From Susan, the Challenger’s House shelter manager:
Thanks so much to all of you Love-and-Hisses fans who sent contributions to Challenger’s House. Some of you have donated before but many were new contributors so thank you if you passed info on to other friends who love animals. It never ceases to amaze me how people from all over the world come to the rescue of those individuals & groups who sometimes just need a jump start to get back on track – no matter where they live. You guys are great!
Thanks again,
Susan
Once again, no adoptions over the weekend. SIGH.
Brandywine, Agata, Fianna, and Kennebec are off to the clinic tomorrow to be spayed and neutered. Now that Brandywine’s spending the better part of her day out in the house, I have no doubt that she’s been in a house before. Nothing about the house bewilders or startles her, and the first time I let her out to explore, she was completely calm about it. She even went toward the back door like she’d seen a cat door before, though when I shooed her away, she immediately left the laundry room. I know that she could go into heat at any time, and ALL I need is for her to do just that and escape into the back yard and over the fence. Better to have her spayed now instead of waiting.
Agata, Fianna and Kennebec are just now going because Fianna took her time getting to the 2-pound mark.
The ‘Maters are all over 2 pounds (Caspian’s just barely so), so it’s likely they’ll be going for their neutering next week, though I haven’t made the appointment yet.
Of course, given that adoptions are at a standstill, this doesn’t mean anyone’s going anywhere anytime soon!
Caspian’s a chatty fellow.
“-and I was following Mama around ’cause I love her, and when she stopped I tried to latch on ’cause I’m just a little boy and I need my nutrition, and then she turned around and hissed at me. She hissed!”
“So I turned around and smacked Wellington because poop rolls downhill or sideways or something, and someone else needed to feel my pain, and he BURST into tears.”
“And I laughed and laughed, and then Mama came over and gave me what-for, so I didn’t like THAT.”
“I don’t like it when Mama hisses at me.”
“It hurts my feelings!”
It’s a Stompypants in the sun.
I am sad to see that his eyes are starting to change. Why can’t they stay blue? Whyyyyyy?
He likes to sit in the sun and show off his whiskers.
But when he’s sleeping, he doesn’t care to be woken up, unless it’s with a kiss.
He sleeps a lot (um, he’s a cat! Well, a miniature cat.)
Kennebec would like to point out that there are OTHER pretty orange Taters in this house, not just that little whippersnapper, thank you very much.
Stompers, still snoozing.
And trying something different, he’s… snoozing.
“You may rub the belleh.”
“No, really. I won’t sink my claws into your hand! Would I do that?”
(He did.)
Maxi was glad to see some sunshine after a few rainy days.
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Previously
2011: No entry.
2010: “And then we was tutored, and it was EXHAUSTING!”
2009: That is one happy little cat!
2008: Sisterly love.
2007: And then the guy sat down to talk to us, and I turned into a pouty teenage brat.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.