So, it was a quiet weekend. Not much to report. It was kind of rainy. Y’know, lots of napping on the couch and stare through rain-streaked windows. The usual.
Oh, wait. Was there something I was going to tell y’all…. let me think… I remember! It’s nothing big. Just, oh…
Thistle was adopted!
AND
Kohle was adopted!
AND
Purslane was adopted!
AND
DINGWALL SCOTTY WAS ADOPTED!!!!!!
That’s FOUR adoptions of MY fosters, and THREE of those adoptions were BLACK CATS, and we all know that very often, black cats are the last ones adopted. Thistle was actually adopted BEFORE Purslane! All of them went home on Saturday (though none of them were adopted to the same home)!
If you count Joe Pickle and Magoo’s adoption on Tuesday, that’s SIX of my fosters who went to their forever homes in ONE WEEK. I might be wrong, but I don’t think that’s ever happened before!
Now if Mr. Stripey and Sungold would just get themselves adopted, I would be one happy happy girl. Fingers crossed!!!
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Speaking of the ‘Maters and Kohle, here are some of the pictures I took of them before I carted them off to Petsmart. I’ll finish up with their pictures tomorrow, and then I’m not sure what I’ll post. You may have to look at pictures of the Permanent Residents for a while. Who knows when more fosters will come my way?
Kohle on the cat tree. I think it’s awesome that after Kohle sat at Petsmart unadopted for several months, he was only back at Petsmart for a day before someone came along and snapped him up.
Once again, the white chin whiskers and the Dingwallace attitude crack me up.
Kohle playing with the bow while Mr. Stripey looks on.
“I had to take the bow away from him. He was doin’ it wrong.”
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Friday, I got to see Purslane and Thistle again and get some snuggles and kisses. Mostly, they were interested in playing. I let them out of their cage and they raced back and forth, jumped on each other, and just generally had a good time.
Resting briefly.
Thistle had to check and make sure there were no toys under this cabinet.
Such a nosy little thing.
You KNOW I had to wave a feather teaser wildly around to get them to sit still for one moment (Thistle jumped for it, but those pictures didn’t come out.)
I love this picture of her SO much.
Look at Purslane over there, giving me attitude.
This is Checkers and Zee (I don’t know which is which.) Aren’t they purty?
Dirk Pitt kept reaching through the bars to get my attention, so of course I took him out and snuggled him. He’s a charmer.
This is either Batman or Robin (I don’t know which). LOVE the one white whisker!
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Newt would like everyone to know that all cardboard boxes fall under his jurisdiction.
YES, I SEE YOU, NEWT. I KNOW YOU WANT OUTSIDE. STOP STARING AT ME.
Honest to god, that cat is going to drive me to drink. I spend half my day letting him in or out the side door, and the other half of my day watching him climb into or out of the back yard. I have actually been walking toward the house and had him run across the back yard and yell at me until I open the gate and let him out of the back yard. And THEN he runs up the side stoop and waits for me to open the door and let him into the house. Apparently the house you get to through the side door is an entirely DIFFERENT house than the one you get to through the cat flap in the back door.
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Previously
2011: I HAVE THE SOLUTION FOR YOU!
2010: Admire my sweet Suggie, and I’ll see you on Monday.
2009: And if you don’t think he spent the rest of the day following me around hoping that another chicken would magically fall from the sky, you know nothin’ about nothin’.
2008: I guess he’s sensitive about his belly fat.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.