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sunset, sunrise & kittens.

in my first week of vacations i didn't do much except waiting for my kitchen & bathroom to be renovated. as i've written before i had a water damage in late april, early may. everything has been sorted out & there are no costs for me as the building's assurance company will incur any expenses. everything's bright & shiny now and my kitchen isn't dark green anymore. i've never like that colour & i had already thought about painting it anyway. now the painting of my boss' brother looks much more effective :)

at the end of my first week i drove to thuringia - had to run some errands before my parents & me would head to france. like giving baby kittens a new home :) i have made some last pictures before i bid them goodbye.



the very shy & 'evil' one. she was my favourite, but unfortunately she didn't like me :(


one of the friendliest baby kittens i ever met :) she was very cuddly & nice & laid-back.

mommy cat shadow.


playing :)

that face kills me everytime.
ah~ i'm going to miss them.

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