Cap’n Floof – aka Russet – was adopted last night!!!
Could this be the weekend that the Noms start finding their forever homes? Oh, pleeeeease let it be so!
Caspian shows off his exceptionally long front legs.
“Dear Lord, can it be snackin’ time now, please? Amen.”
“WHERE OUR SNACKIN’, LADY?”
Mr. Stripey’s telling a scary story about the day when there was no snackin’.
“I don’t believe I care for the sound of THAT.”
“This is what the temper tantrum I had looked like after I heard there was to be no snackin’.”
“No snackin’? Am sad.”
“I think I’ll go pout in the blue cat tree just in case a snack shows up, so I can spot it first.”
“When the snack comes, I’ll sneak up on it like THIS!”
‘Maters attacking the snack machine.
The neutering went fine yesterday aside from the part where all the kittens in the house expect a snack the instant they see me in the morning, and instead the ‘Maters and Stompers got cruelly shoved into carriers. Because Stompers hasn’t spent much time with the ‘Maters, he was in his own carrier, and I split the ‘Maters between two carriers. There was not a peep from the ‘Maters all the way to the vet, but Stompers had plenty to say for the first 15 minutes, then he settled down and just watched the scenery go by.
I picked them up last night, and they were all screaming for snacks. Stompers was still a bit loopy from the surgery, and just wanted to be snuggled. Because I’m a giver, I obliged. He purred louder than I’ve ever heard him purr!
Tomorrow, he goes home. Luckily, I’ve been going crazy with the camera. I might have a special Stomper-centric weekend picturepalooza!
Bath time for Kennebec.
Check out Fianna’s shaved belly. Adorable, isn’t it?
Sleepy Stomps.
You can see here that Stompers is about the same size as Fianna (she may have a couple of ounces on him.) I think she’s going to be a teeny cat.
I wish Stompers could figure out a way to relax. What a stressball.
Fianna and her pretty stripes.
Kennebec and HIS pretty stripes.
Kennebec sniffed the box and declared it good.
Then he jumped in and played in the paper. This box full of packing paper has been in the front room for a few months now, and to my amazement, no one has peed in it. Of course, now that I said that, somewhere in this house a cat is lifting his head and saying “Yeah? Well, let me fix that!”
Stompers, snuggled up with Agata.
And coming out to demand that I lift him down to the floor IMMEDIATELY. Did I jump to it? You know I did!
Alice Mo, annoyed. She totally looks like she lined one eye with the black eyeliner and one eye with the orange and then forgot to fix her makeup.
Yep. There’s the cat we didn’t expect to get any bigger than 6 or 7 pounds. HA. (In her defense, she’s not really a BIG cat. In the way that black is slimming, white is… widening.)
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Previously
2011: Want your own “I love cats, it’s people who annoy me” gear?
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: “Yeah, I know. He KEEPS showing it to me. He thinks I WANT to see it. This is what I live with, day in and day out.”
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.