A little while ago, I got a handy dandy email telling me about a local event I might be interested in.  An Alpaca Day.  An Alpaca Day at a local farm.  The Boy and I piled into the car, made a fortifying breakfast stop, and were on our way.

We arrived to find there were indeed alpacas.

Alpacas who were happy to receive our offerings.

But alpacas were not the only critters to be found.

There were also guard kittens.

Fearsomely cute guard kittens (who very much liked their ears scratched).

And chickens (who did not so much want their ears scratched).

And bees (I didn’t even look for ears).

Back inside, the fleece was sorted by contributor.

But the real show stealer was this guy.  He was perched on the balls of roving when we arrived.

And by the time we left, he’d sunk right in, sound asleep.

The adorableness was more or less fatal. I stole all the kittens, made off with them in a high-speed car chase, and am now on the run with my kitten menagerie.  Or, possibly, I took a lot of pictures, made a lot of ridiculous noises, and am currently suffering from extreme kitten lust.  One or the other.