This is the moment during a yawn when you know the next thing you’re going to see….
Sunshine after days and days of rain and gray, overcast days is VERY much appreciated in the foster room (and elsewhere!)
Lita melts and then can be stretched like taffy.
“Ohhh, toy box, I lurves you sooooo…”
“What’s that? You lurves me too?!”
Molly has shed her feral ways, and now is pretty much the first one to my lap when I sit down. She would rather supervise my scooping of the litter boxes than eat her snack, and she follows me around as I walk around the room, her tail straight up in the air, purring and purring. She’ll still flinch if you reach for her too soon, and she’s not crazy about being flipped onto her back, and she is NOT HAVING being kissed, but considering where we started from and how long it took to get here, I’m not complaining. (Still gonna work on her, of course!)
Last night I was sitting with Lita in my lap, and Molly came over and actually burrowed into my lap, under Lita, and moved around so much that Lita got annoyed and stomped off. Then she sat there, looking very very pleased with herself.
There’s nothing about Lizzy that is the slightest bit feral – she’s a lap sitter, a snuggler, and will accept being kissed with no problem at all.
Lita, Stevie and Pat never really acted feral, were just a little skittish at first when we tossed them into a room of hissy kittens. They’re all snugglers, all like to be held and kissed. Lita, especially, will let you do whatever you want to her, she’s such a relaxed girl.
It’s a room full of love, is what it is!
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FYI, if you shop at Amazon, you can set up Amazon Smiles and select Challenger House as your charity. Then when you make a purchase Amazon donates 0.5% of eligible purchases to the charity!
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Quick little video of Molly, playing. You know, like a normal non-feral kitten. Is she gorgeous, or what?
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If Newt could set up camp in that corner of the kitchen counter for the entirety of the winter, he’d be a happy, happy boy. (And, yes. I pretty much make sure that corner is kept clear, so there’s room for him. Not a LOT of room for him, but he fits!)
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Previously
2014: “I yam large and in charge!”
2013: No entry.
2012: Poor Jax. Who will ever adopt such an ugly boy?
2011: No entry.
2010: (2) We DO NOT need any more cats! (Now that I’ve said that, we’ll probably have, like, six more before the end of the year!)
2009: Girl kitties on the bed.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: “Oh. Were you gone?”
2005: No entry.