It’s funny – if I pick up and snuggle Miz Poo or Elwood and then pick up and snuggle a Bookworm, I practically end up accidentally tossing the Bookworm over my shoulder, they’re so light compared to the grown cat.
But if I pick up a Rescuee (that’s what I’m calling them, the Rescuees. Cydney, who’s another Challenger’s House foster mom as well as the sister of the woman who gave me sweet little Franco, suggested that name for the group – since they were also rescued from an engine block, behind a wall, and a cage at the vet’s, it fits pretty well, and it rolls off the tongue a lot more smoothly than “The 99s”!) and then pick up a Bookworm, I feel like I’m about to throw out my back, since the Rescuees weigh about 1/4 of what the Bookworms do.
Between the Rescuees and the Bookworms, my home is awash in sweet kittens. And I’d have it no other way!
Franco checks out the green tube.
Sheila keeps an eye on one of her brothers.
Franco looks like a wee bear cub, doesn’t he? And Gavin CLEARLY does not approve.
Gavin is killing me with that stink eye he’s shooting at Franco.
Gavin’s all “THIS ARE MY TOY YOU GO AWAY NOW PLEASE.”
Gavin examining the inside of the green tube, while Garrity checks out the toys.
Gavin’s aghast at the intrusion from Franco. “Sir, I am in MY PRIVATE ABODE, you cannot just PEER through the windows at me! Gendarme! Arrest this man for invasion of privacy!”
“What doin’, lady?”
Rhyme, balanced on the end of my bed and staring up at the ceiling fan.
Rhyme, trying to decide where to go from here.
Maxi, trying to look innocent.
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Previously
2009: I sure am going to miss the little monkeys.
2008: “You ever get that feeling like someone’s watching you?”
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: This is Flossie.