In case you missed it on Saturday:
RAZZIE HAS BEEN ADOPTED!
And then, just a few short hours later:
CASPIAN WAS ADOPTED!
It was a good adoption day, at least for my fosters (I think they were the only two adopted on Saturday).
I actually knew last week that someone had called and talked to Susan about Razzie. But she wasn’t going to be able to make it to Petsmart until Saturday, so I didn’t tell ANYone because I was afraid I’d jinx it. All Saturday morning, I had butterflies in my stomach, worrying that it wouldn’t happen, and then Lisa emailed and let me know it had, and I was SO THRILLED.
Someone asked how old Razzie is, and I actually couldn’t remember what day they were born on, so I checked. As it turned out, she turned 6 months old the day she was adopted. If a forever home isn’t the perfect 6-month birthday present, I don’t know what is!
Caspian went home with a very excited 10 year-old boy, and I suspect that by now, they are the best of friends.
This leaves Wellington, Dingwall Scotty, Mr. Stripey, and Sungold left at Petsmart.
Petey Pickle, watching the birds and bugs flit around.
Petey and Polly.
Polly is such a brat. That is NOT her tail she’s biting, it’s Petey’s. She would not leave his tail alone.
I swear Tony Rocky Horror Pickle is shaped like a softball with toothpicks sticking out of it. But he’s got really long toes!
I call him my little RatBat.
Sleepy baby, being harassed by Joe Pickle.
Petey, complaining that Princess Polly won’t let him sleep.
Polly the tail biter is committed to biting every tail she sees.
Those girls certainly do like that scratcher.
They kind of look like they’re playing Follow the Leader, here.
Thistle, swinging at the feather teaser.
“One day, feather teaser. ONE DAY.”
Miss Blue Eyes. See how the color around her pupils is actually a darker blue? That’s what makes me think she’s going to keep her blue eyes. I know that not all the kittens in a litter have their eyes change color at the same pace – with the Taters, Kennebec had blue eyes when we got them, even though Agata and Fianna’s eyes had completely changed – but when they do change they tend to change from the pupil outward. I would have expected, if Dandelion’s eyes were going to change, that we’d see some indication of it by now.
They resist my attempts to get a picture of all three sleeping on the cat tree. The instant I open the door, Purslane’s off the tree like a shot. You can see her in the lower left of the picture. Thistle’s on the lower platform of the tree, and Dandelion is taking it more slowly. It’s not that Dandelion isn’t friendly, it’s just that she sees no reason to RUSH when she can mosey.
“Dandy not sure about you, lady. You keep cleaning my EARS and I don’t like it. You leave my ears alone, I might think about being your BFF.” (Best Furry Feline, of course.)
Oh, the faint stripes. LOVE ’em.
Today’s Crooked Acres Cover Boy: Elwood! Or, if you will, Ellie Belly. Also, Ellie Bellz.
He takes cleanliness seriously.
Corbie photo bomb!
“I am the one who knocks.” (That’s a Breaking Bad reference.)
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Previously
2011: No entry.
2010: Well. What would YOU do? I couldn’t just leave!
2009: That’s Hoyt, the big mouth.
2008: The quintessential Zoe look.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.