Wee One's a Walrus

And I better not see any comments about him being a beached whale (ahem, Uncle Marco).

From the Kenny Archives: Frosty Face

Photo by Toby...

From the Kenny Archives: A Close-Up

Photo by Toby...

Everyone is Snuggling...

Sweepy Boy...

If only mummy would stop taking his picture, he could get back to his snooze.

He Will Eat Anything, Including Cardboard

I'm guessing it must taste like greenies? My little truffle piggy sniffed this find out from among the recyclables. Good work, wee one.

And, yes, he's been downgraded to the Lite versions. Hee. Although, apparently, I have the world's worst scale because according to the one at the vet's office, someone actually LOST weight. This further confirms my mother that I should be making the wee one chicken. Oy.

From the Kenny Archives: Snuggly Time with Mr. Elephant

He's Back!!

And only two pounds heftier...

From the Kenny Archives: The EARS

From the Kenny Archives: The Little Man Striking a Pose...

My Mother Fed Him So Much He No Longer Fits In His Bed

I actually had a dream the other night that my parents dropped him off and he was the size of a black lab. Hee. In other news, the Kenster got himself adopted last week by a very sweet lady who I am sure at this very moment is spoiling him rotten. The apartment is awfully lonesome, though, without any furry creatures running around, so I am anxiously awaiting the wee one's return this weekend. Though I have a feeling he will be less than pleased to see me as this will mark an end to his month long eating marathon courtesy of my mother. Anyhow, I think it will be a little while before I get used to my love bug Kenny no longer being around. I still find myself expecting to turn around and see his sweet self there. Now if you'll excuse me these darn allergies are making my eyes water....