We’re getting close to the point where the True Bloods are almost ready to go to Petsmart and (hopefully) be adopted very quickly. Sam, Bill, Hoyt, and Lafayette have all lost their eyelips, and their eyes are looking really good. The biggest difference is in Bill – he used to sit around with his eyes squinched shut, but now you can actually see his eyes.
I’m going to call later and get an appointment with the vet, so she can look them over and decide whether their eyes need more tweaking, or are ready to go.
Speaking of their eyes – I was amazed yesterday when I looked at Terry. Now, I don’t know if I mentioned this in the past, but one of his eyes was cloudy and looked like there had been some damage to it. I figured it was going to end up being permanent damage, but that since he had the surgery, there’d be no more damage to the eye itself.
When I looked at him yesterday, that eye wasn’t cloudy. I think his eyes are getting BETTER.
That is just awesome.
“Lady, why would you need to reach your computer, when you can reach your Lafayette? Computers don’t purr! They also don’t bite and kick you when they’re feeling feisty, but that’s neither here nor there.”
Five of the six (Lafayette was laying over in front of my computer). My desk/ filing cabinet looks like this most of the time, with little brown tabbies piled up all over the place.
Bill keeps an eye on the goings-on.
“Hey, guys! There’s a world out there! Come look!”
“EXCUSE ME, MY BED WAS MADE INCORRECTLY, I DIDN’T GET ANY FRESH TOWELS, AND I DIDN’T GET A CHOCOLATE ON MY PILLOW. WHAT KIND OF CUT-RATE PLACE ARE YOU RUNNING HERE?!”
We’ve had these kittens for a week, and I’ve only had to give two partial baths to clean poop off kittens. That may very well be a record!
(Fred pats himself on the back ALL the time for bringing home such awesome, healthy little kittens.)
Mike considers whether he might be hungry (he always is!).
I love how she looks all serious and earnest, like she’s trying to tell me something important and making sure she’s getting her point across.
“Who, me? Trying to break into the closet? Why, no! I’d never do that!”
“Really? You little brats knock the cat bed off the desk and that’s not enough for you? You have to sniff sniff SNIFF at my tail, too? Well, I’ve been patient, but I’ve had ENOUGH! Cut it out, squirt!”
Poor Miz Poo. She sure does put up with a lot from these kittens.
Previously
2008: DISAPPEARING UP THE CHIMNEY.
2007: No entry.
2006: This can’t end well.
2005: Nas. Tay.