In case you missed Saturday’s post, Aslan was adopted on Friday!
Neither Leia nor Buttercup was adopted over the weekend, but I’m sure their forever home will be along soon.
Susan did report that the people who adopted Bitsy Beans back in January came back and adopted another kitten. It appears that Bitsy’s been harassing their older cat and needed a playmate. Now, why am I not surprised that Bitsy was harassing the older cat? Silly girl.
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Scorch has turned the mouthiest little love bug. If he doesn’t know where either the humans are (he prefers Fred, but I’ll apparently do in a pinch) he cries and cries ’til someone calls to him. He doesn’t want to be picked up, he just wants to lay on one of us or flop against one of us. And he purrs and purrs and purrs.
And kneads, too. He’s a big-time kneader. He’s kneady, I guess you could say.
Whose bright idea was it to put that picture so close to the cat tree – or the cat tree so close to the picture? Every time I walk in, it’s askew.
“We is tryin’ to knock it off the wall, lady. Just one of the services we offer for free!”
Norbert gives me attitude (and shows that the blue is mostly gone from his eyes.)
And Puffles in the sun. Perhaps I’ve mentioned that these guys enjoy the sunshine?
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Hodor, you seem to have a little something… all OVER your face.
And Arya, you appear to have a food beard.
Jon Snow, with just a bit of food on his face. He just refuses to be interested in the canned food mixed with baby food and KMR that Arya and Hodor love so much.
Come here, little one. Let me clean that food off your face.
“No! Am saving it for later! I might get hungry!”
FOOD ON HIS FACE
BIG DISGRACE
WAVING HIS (STARK) BANNER ALL OVER THE PLACE
SINGING
“HO-DOR, HO-DOR, HO-DOR!”
(Sorry. Couldn’t resist.)
“I’m not interested in that canned food stuff either, lady. Bring on the bottle and be quick about it!”
So I’ve at least got Arya and Hodor eating canned food. Brandon and Jon Snow, not so much. It’s entirely possible that those two are eating kibble (I have a couple of bowls of BabyCat available at all times, along with a small bowl of water), they’re certainly not starving. They’ll come around to the canned food sooner or later; they always do!
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Now that the days have gotten so warm, Maxi prefers to spend her days on the swing on the front porch. There’s usually a breeze there, and it’s quite pleasant even on the warmest of days.
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Previously
2012: No entry.
2011: If only Ciara could make herself comfortable.
2010: Could we fit any more cats in one picture?
2009: No entry.
2008: “Rowr. Rowr, I say.”
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.