You might remember that reader Gayle Ferguson is fostering five tiny kittens abandoned at a gas station at the age of only three weeks. Reports are that they are all doing well. There are four females and a male, and the male is named Jerry Coyne. So of course I take a special interest in my namesake, and, like any proud parent, will bore you with his baby pictures:
Here he is with his littermates; Jerry is the ginger cat asleep in the rear:
According to Gayle, Jerry Coyne is not a fastidious eater, and pretty much besmirches his entire cranium with milk when he drinks from his dropper. As Gayle noted on her Facebook page:
“Little Jerry Coyne is hilarious. He has such a big fat round tummy and such fluffy fur. When he walks around he looks like a little orange, fluffy sausage dog.”
That’s cute, except for the d*g part!
Got milk? All Jerry Coyne needs here is an Oreo:
A postprandial yawn:
Time for a postprandial nap:
Jerry is, again, the one who’s sleeping here:
Reader Joe from Williamsburg, Virginia (home of my alma mater) sent this horrifying photo of Basement Cat. He has come to extract vengeance from Ken Ham:
I saw this photo this morning on my cousin’s Facebook page. I didn’t even wait to read the details of how the moggie came to be peering through the floor. I figure Professor Ceiling Cat needs a cosmic antagonist, but not one with the same rank. Or tenure. Hope you get a kick out of this. I did.