All the pictures in today’s post were taken with my iPhone (I was away for most of the morning and early afternoon, didn’t have any pictures in reserve and thought it would be easier to deal with getting pictures from my phone to my computer than the way I usually do it.)
Jethro likes to be held like a baby. Well – he likes it as long as I’m rubbing his belly. He wasn’t pleased that I had stopped rubbing to take this picture, and was getting ready to bolt.
Bowl full o’ tuxie. Is it just me, or does he look more than a little loony?
Pouty TC in my lap.
If you were around back then, that’s the Perla bed in which Kate birthed and raised her kittens (the Royals). When I was poking around in the closet where I keep extra cat beds and toys and the like, I saw it and thought that it would be perfect for the foster room, to contain the cat beds that the kittens love to move all over the place. Which, I mean, I don’t care if they move the beds around, but they sometimes end up in the water bowls which drives me a little crazy. The Perla bed contains and restrains that pile of cat beds nicely. And Lizzy loves to lay there.
Here’s Kate with her babies, who were just a few days old, in that same bed.
The closet (and carrier and litter boxes – there are more litter boxes that you can’t see in this picture) that Lita, Stevie and Pat call home base at the moment.
“Why you not pettin’ me, lady?”
Lita and Stevie check out the foster room.
This displeases Madame, who hissed at them when she realized they were exploring.
This is the look Lita gave Molly after the hiss. Cracks me UP.
Stevie, checking out that (empty) plate.
Sweet miss Lizzy (but don’t be fooled – she’s done her share of growling at the new girls.)
Molly and Jethro on the tree.
::thlurrrrp::
Silly boy.
Brudders, tussling.
The Girl Rockers are coming out of the closet more and more, especially Lita. She’s the most confident of the three. Stevie’s right behind her and they can both often be seen checking out the room briefly before skittering back into the closet. Pat is the scaredy cat and usually only comes out on her own at night, when things are quiet. I’m sure that in a few more days, they’ll be out more. Already, Jethro and TC have stopped growling at the new guys. It’s been more peaceful than I expected – and I highly expect that by this time next week, the boys won’t even remember that Pat, Stevie and Lita aren’t actually their sisters.
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I have a couple of short videos (also shot with the iPhone) for you, too!
In the first, TC was hiding under a cat bed, and it was making Moly and Jethro a little nutty.
And in the second, Lita is playing with a feather, and Molly was sitting right outside the closet watching her (Stevie comes wandering up, too.) There’s no jumping or hissing or growling, just so you know.
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Corbie, waiting patiently for his belly rub.
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Previously
2013: “Whatchoo talkin’ ’bout, Willis?” Adriana demands.
2012: That’s Pearl (formerly Dandelion) and her brother Duke, all snuggled up for a nap.
2011: It starts with someone who’s no longer around (Mister Boogers) and ends with someone who’s no longer around (McLovin’, our very first rooster).
2010: No entry.
2009: “Lady, it has not escaped my notice that when you’re around, chickens fall from the sky. I’ve got my eye on you.”
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: Two things about our country cats I have learned
2005: No entry.