Bad news, good news, and a happy ending for two Challenger’s House cats!
Bad news: Franco and Garrity are going back to the adoption center. They were adopted by two roommates last Friday, and as it turns out, one of the girls has allergies. I’m sad for the kittens, but I know their forever homes will come along, and hopefully soon.
Good news: Gavin and Lieu have both been adopted! Not together, but to very good homes.
The happy ending: Monarch is 7 years old and Georgia is 10 years old. They’ve been residents of Challenger’s House since they were days old, literally – Georgia was 5 days old and Monarch was 3 days old.
Earlier this week, they were adopted to a great guy who works at Petsmart. Monarch’s still a scaredy-cat and hiding, but Georgia has been out and about and has been hanging on one of the two cat trees their new daddy bought for them.
I love a happy ending, no matter how long it takes to come!
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Yesterday, of her own volition, Melodie came down and not only approached me to pet her, but even played with a toy I rolled across the floor for her!
Baby steps.
In the evenings, at bedtime, Fred goes upstairs before I do, and has some time alone with the kittens while I putter around downstairs. As it turns out, not only has Melodie approached Fred for petting, she’s been very aggressive about demanding the petting.
Why do all the scaredy-cat girl kitties love my husband so, I ask you?
Moxie loves me, at least. Right, Moxie, you love me?
“Sure, lady.”
Melodie eyeballs me from atop the cat tree.
Caught in the act! Martin and Melodie, snuggling.
“See mah feets?”
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For a time yesterday, this box was verrrrry popular with the Bookworms. It’s been sitting there for a couple of days, I’m not sure why it was the place to be, all of a sudden. This is Reacher, enjoying a little quiet time. (I like to call him “Reacher Creature” because I’m a dork.)
Rhyme suddenly realized he was being followed. (“Rhyme time!”)
Bolitar leapt in to try to gain control of the box. (I call Bolitar “Buster” and usually say something along the lines of “Buster Brown gets around!” Did I mention I’m a dork?)
This did not go over well with Rhyme, who just wanted to chase his tail in peace.
::CHOMP::
Bolitar fled for friendlier pastures. (Yes, I removed the strap from around his neck and tucked it out of the way so he can’t strangle himself.)
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::smooch::
“You been eating crickets again? Your breath – whoa.”
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Previously
2009: No entry.
2008: Zoe makes this face a LOT.
2007: Now THAT is a signal I understand.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.