We’ve got a super-sized Saturday post today, beginning with… drumroll please….
LEIA AND BUTTERCUP WERE ADOPTED TOGETHER LAST NIGHT!!!!!!!!
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TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
About time, right? How awesome is that? SO AWESOME! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(The down side: the Dragons will be going to Petsmart on Tuesday. Nooooooooooooooooo!!!!!)
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Stompers! It’s a Stompdate! Kristyn says:
So he’s as healthy as can be. Just had his yearly checkup and needed some teeth care, but did great. The vet techs fell totally in love with him and wanted to keep him. They even bedecked him with a little neck kerchief, which amazingly he doesn’t seem to mind! He’s still just the sweetest little thing. The whole process of adopting him inspired my sons to start volunteering at our local cat shelter too. Feel free to share if you’d like and thank you again for all you do!
The neck kerchief is killing me dead. And once again, it amazes me how he has that same sweet Stompers face! Thanks for the update, Kristyn!
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Arya does this every single time there’s a snack. She climbs right into the middle of the plate and lets those boys know that SHE is in charge.
Hallo there, Norbs. You need a snuggle?
Jon Snow feels it necessary to make sure that those around him are always well groomed.
AryaYoda! (Appreciate this game, she does not.)
Norbie faces down some Starks.
Arya and Hodor, hangin’ out in the basket.
Arya was disappointed to find that the scratcher didn’t TASTE like cheese.
“Hodor!” I think he’s surrendering.
Hodor’s pretty spots (and his long legs!)
Honestly, have you ever seen such a sweet boy?
Sooner or later, they all end up on Fred’s sneakers.
Two videos! First, who knew that kittens (and Stefan) would like a box full of boxes so much?
And second, how to drive kittens crazy with a feather teaser (featuring the Starks, especially Arya.)
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We have guests! Three little four week old kittens are staying in the bathroom at the moment. They arrived Thursday morning and they’ll be going home this afternoon. Their foster mom had tickets for a show, and asked if I’d be willing to take them. I was happy to, and though I originally thought I’d keep them in a crate in my bedroom, they didn’t like being contained, so I moved them to the bathroom.
“HEY. DERE’S A BOTTLE IN THERE!”
LOOK at that sweet speckled belly. This one’s a girl and the one above is also a girl, but DESPITE the fact that their foster mom told me their names, and I REPEATED their names, do you think I can remember? I cannot. I am a terrible babysitter.
The girls. The littlest one, over there on the left, little whatshername, is one feisty monkey. If I don’t sit down fast enough when I walk into the room, she’ll start climbing up my leg.
Oh good LORD, that serious little face! “WHAT YOU MEAN THERE’S NO MORE BOTTLE?!”
The little boy. His name, I remember. It’s Butter. ‘Cause he looks like a stick of butter!
“AM POINTING EARS OF ANNOYANCE AT YOU. ER, AWAY FROM YOU. YOU KNOW WHATS I MEAN.”
Laying outside the bathroom door is Norbie. Who isn’t so much interested in those baby kittens, but he understands there’s a dish of Babycat in there? He’d like to partake, please.
Those little kittens are SO silky-soft and friendly. They like to hang out in their carrier, but the instant I walk into the room, they swarm around me asking for love. Once they’ve eaten, they sit in my lap and wrestle with each other and purr as I pet them. They are SO SWEET.
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When it’s raining outside, the cats hang out in the cat house under the foliage and stay dry. Corbie claimed the house this time around; usually it’s Sugarbutt or Kara in there.
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Previously
2012: And Wellington, you’re not so bad, either.
2011: The thing about Molly Peppers is that sometimes her mouth writes checks her Paw o’ Doom can’t cover.
2010: Something about grocery day really gets the Bookworms riled up.
2009: his hernia is FREAKIN’ ME OUT, MAN (also: Jake and Elwood show up!)
2008: No entry.
2007: (We don’t let Newt wander freely through the house, because being inside freaks him out and he’ll sit at the door to the outside and howl to go out. He’s not an indoor cat at ALL.)
2006: No entry.
2005: That’s just the way it seems to go for us.