Can't even begin to tell you how much I enjoyed looking at all these gorgeous babies. Raphael looks like a Raphael, quite regal. Kittylover, that picture of your baby rolling over on his back, I just love when they do that. The picture of Vash not wanting to be held cracked me up. I even had to go back to look at it again it was so funny. Tucson, I wish I could have kissed that pudgy nose, be happy until you see your Mommy again. Elsie, what a face, what can I say? LOL Mooch with his nose way in the air! And poor Little Bailey, so glad he had you to give him a chance!
Here are my guys, a veritable tux overload. First, Fuzzbutt, more commonly known as "It's Da Fuzz" (and sometimes Demoncat when he was being extraordinarily mischievious, like in this picture. You can see it in his eyes.) I call this picture, "What do you mean YOUR papers, kimosabe?" He might have too much white to be a real tux, but he was still perfect to me, inside and out. He left for the Rainbow Bridge the end of September.
On to my more traditional tuxes. This is Deja Vu with her babies (about 2 1/2 weeks old). If it's tuxedos you want, I had a storeful. (I do have to get some betters pics of Deja Vu by herself, but you can see her tux somewhat here).
A closer look at the storeful, left to right: Katie Scarlett, Maynard G. Krebbs, Boogie Woogie (aka Booger), the only all-black sheep of the family, Apollo, and last but not least, the infamous Rocky Rockette.
This picture of Deja Vu would have been better if I hadn't cut off half her head. But it does show her tuxedo markings better.
Rockette Rockette, as he is now, and as a wee babe, about 3 weeks old. He would pull himself up every time he'd hear me or if I came into the room, and call for me to play with him. We had bonded from day one and he always wanted me around. In this picture, he's the Peek Panther (I know, boo hiss). All I know is, every time I see his face, I have to pinch his little cheeks. He actually likes it. LOL