When I first got the Spice Girls, Cori was a bitey little thing. She’d bite and bite with her sharp little teeth, and OH was it annoying (and painful). But she has turned into the biggest lovebug in the last couple of weeks. All she wants to do is sit on your lap and be petted, and she never bites any more. She’s a lovah, not a biter.
::thlurrrp!::
Clove and Ciara, playing with one of the many packing straps floating around the house.
Cilantro, biting the ham-mick.
Cilantro and Cori, fighting. (Also, we have too many shoes in this house.)
She’s ALWAYS giving me this look. Fred says she looks smug. I think she looks like she wants to cut me.
Sweet Miss Clove.
All fosters in this house eventually love to hang out by the back door.
No longer a tiny thing, Alice is on her way to being portly. One good thing, though – remember when we first got her, and she was always making that wheezing sound? And then we took her to the special vet so they could knock her out and stick a tube down her throat to see what was what? And they found nothing but a little scar tissue? Well, she’s not making that wheezing sound any more at all! Fred thinks it might come back in the Fall. We’ll see. At least she’s not sounding like she’s at death’s door any more!
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Previously
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: I love this goofy little cat.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Luckily his Zapping Collar o’ Doom is water resistant.