Dropping Brandywine and the Taters off at the clinic yesterday went just fine. The worst part was waiting ’til it was almost time to leave, because Brandywine was in her room with the kittens and Agata, Fianna, and Kennebec were in their room with Stompers, and none of them had food (we took away the food at bedtime the night before), so they were all banging on the door, calling me every name in the book and saying “LOOK. WE’RE HUNGRY. YOU’VE CHANGED UP THE MORNING SCHEDULE, AND WE DISAPPROVE.”
It was simple to grab up Brandywine and put her in the carrier, since she comes out the door as soon as I open it in the morning. I was concerned that the Taters would scatter in search of food the instant I opened the door, so I put up a barrier across the doorway. I was able to grab up Agata and Fianna, but Kennebec pushed through the barrier and I grabbed him just as he was about to belly-up to the food bowl in the kitchen.
I put both carriers in the back of the car and put a towel over them, and there was not a single peep heard during that drive. Now I’m about to leave in a few minutes to go pick them up. I imagine the girls will be quiet and sleepy, and Kennebec won’t even know anything happened.
If you missed it, there was a surprise guest update from Stompers yesterday!
“I am smart enough, I din’t need no tutoring!”
Agata and Kennebec, hanging on the cat tree.
I looked at this picture and had to go find Stompers and kiss his little face. SO FREAKIN’ SWEET, that boy.
“Seriously, lady. TRYING TO SNOOZE.”
Kennebec’s favorite place to hang out, the platform on the cat tree in the guest bedroom.
“Privacy, please.”
“Lady, you are so annoying. SO annoying.”
“Mister, that lady keeps taking pictures of us, make her STOP!”
“I am Stompers, and these are my toes, and you go away.”
They see dead people. (Dingwall Scotty, left, and Caspian.)
Someone’s got a case of the crazies.
“I yam not a talker. Stop telling people that.”
“I’m NOT!”
Sungold is planning how best to get hold of the camera strap (which is the best toy ever, you know.)
“GOT IT!”
Wellington’s on his invisible bicycle, while Caspian’s thinking “What bicycle? I don’t see anything!”
::swipe::
Is it wrong that sometimes I fold one ear back just because I think it’s so cute?
Newt on the patio table. Just like the dining room table, we never use it because the cats have claimed it.
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Previously
2011: It’s sad, how tense Ciara is.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Kittens, fighting.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.