Zuke’s getting almost too big for that basket!
Calabash thinks Fred makes a comfy bed.
Pattypan has herself a complaint.
Phelps and Ambercup practice their synchronized sleeping.
Ambercup with the crazy eyes (and my fingers).
Sun bathing in the foster room (Torres on the left, Spitz upside down).
And this is what Spitz looks like right-side-up, in case you’d forgotten.
Torres takes a little time away from her siblings.
Zuke is a BIG fan of the Cat Selfie app, if you hadn’t heard.
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“Less picture-takin’, more belly-rubbin’, lady!”
Badger considers his next move.
Oh, hey. Remember how I have 10 fosters and 50% of them are house panthers?
Well, the balance just shifted.
Meet Combo.
Combo is a boy, but more interestingly Combo is Skinny Pete and Badger’s brother. He was found at the same place they were. That boy has got some SERIOUS lungs on him, and when he arrived he had A VERY LOT TO SAY HELLO HI I AM MOST DISPLEASED WITH THE SERVICE, YO. But once I got him warmed up and fed (I syringe fed him at first, but by feeding #3 he’d figured out how to latch onto the bottle) and put him in with his brothers, he calmed down and went to sleep.
Badger and Skinny Pete didn’t seem to notice him at first, and then they were kind of confused, and then (in the way of 2 week old kittens) they shrugged and snuggled up with him.
(By the way, Combo got his name from Breaking Bad also.)
So now we have 10 permanent residents in this house, and 11 fosters. We are AT CAPACITY.
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Previously
2014: Look who it is!
2013: No entry.
2012: No entry.
2011: “You has a cookie for me?”
2010: So high he resorted to toe sniffing.
2009: (Jake and Elwood investigate the carriers to make sure they’re secure.)
2008: (Fred outranks cats, if you were wondering. But just barely. I’m not sure I outrank the chickens, though.)
2007: No entry.
2006: I never thought a little poo would make me so happy.
2005: Break my heart, why don’tcha?