Hemlock, gettin’ flirty.
Another restful naptime with Hemlock and Privet.
“What? We is not fightin’!” Hemlock and Juniper.
Sweet Privet. “What you want, lady? You go ‘way now.”
One last pose on the Couch of Awesomeness.
::thlurrrp::
They’re not posing nicely, and only one of them is looking in my general direction, but here’s a last shot of all three of them.
Finally, a shot of Juniper on the couch!
So, I took the three kittens to Petsmart early yesterday morning. I had Privet in one carrier and Hemlock and Juniper in the other. None of them made a single peep all the way there. When I got inside, I cleaned out the cage of the one cat who was there – a sweet boy named Bakari, who looked like he could be Juniper’s big brother – and petted and snuggled him. He was more interested in checking out the room than snuggling with me, so I sat down and opened the carrier that Hemlock and Juniper were in. (Privet was buried under the blankets in her carrier and didn’t want to go ANYwhere.)
Hemlock walked around, checked things out…
“Ooh, toys!”
Then he and Bakari had a hiss-off, and Hemlock retreated to my lap and watched the people walk by on the other side of the cages.
Eventually it was all a little too much for him, and he went back into the carrier with Juniper.
When I left Petsmart, Privet was hiding under one of the beds (better than hiding in the litter box, at least!), and Hemlock and Juniper were huddled together between the litter box and the scratching post. I’m not too worried about Hemlock and Juniper – he’s the most confident of the three, and though she can be timid, she’s too much of a nut to be scared for too long. I hope that Privet learns to relax, and I hope that the perfect, patient family comes along for her.
This is always the hardest part of this whole fostering thing – taking them to Petsmart and hoping that their families come along sooner rather than later. And worrying about the scaredy cats like Privet. I am so thankful that the Challenger’s House Petsmart volunteers take such wonderful care of them and give them plenty of love and play time!
So, we’re going to miss those three, but we’ll keep our fingers crossed that they’re adopted quickly into wonderful homes. I’ll be scrubbing down the foster room today, because it’ll be filling back up in a few days!
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Have I ever pointed out Dennis’s beautiful, beautiful eyes? Only like a thousand times, right?
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Previously
2015: “Alls I did was smile at him like this, see, and he was all SLAPPITY-SLAPPITY-SLAP. I was tryin’ to be friendly!”
2014: “That not nice, lady. NOT NICE AT ALL.”
2013: “Talk to the PAW, mister!”
2012: No entry.
2011: “You give me back my brudder, lady.”
2010: Coltrane, coming over for some petting. And a wandering chicken. Neither of them seems terribly impressed by the other.
2009: Maybe Bill just thought I didn’t have enough to worry about? and 2009, part 2: Ike
2008: Your het does not scare me. AT ALL.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: I was worried it might mess up his digestive system, but I can report that I saw it in the litter box.