Mirrored from String Notes.
My girls are a year old today, I believe. According to a random internet site, that makes them 18 in people years; they grow up so fast!
That’s the day we got them, a bit over eight weeks old. They’ve grown a bit! We got them assorted toys to celebrate: quiet, non-absorbent toys.
They have indeed grown, as you can plainly see, and I can plainly feel when they climb on me. They are snuggly, wonderful, playful girls, and I’m so pleased to have them. Even if they leave sopping wet toys in my bed.
Miss Norathar demonstrates alternate uses for one of the toys.
Miss Cawti supervises.
They still don’t get along very well with Trygvi, but coexist nicely with a closed door between them. They’ll look at and sniff at each other through a door braced open an inch or two, at least until the dog does something overly aggressive. It’s totally the dog’s fault, you know. Always.
Here’s to many more years with my sweeties!