Sodapop and his teef.
I turned the ceiling fan off, and Darry was fascinated by the slowing and stopping of the fan.
Sodapop’s face is KILLING. ME. DEAD.
Places to go! Litter boxes to see! Things to do!
That picture immediately reminded me of this picture from 2005:
Mister Boogers, racing across the back yard.
Look at those Ears of Concentration! Ponyboy’s not foolin’ around, he’s gonna get those claws SHARP.
Two-Bit has a rest.
::SMACK::
Sodapop and Ponyboy (in the cube) are having a meeting about the track toy mouse. Two-Bit snoopervises.
I guess Ponyboy got playing rights this time around.
“Halp! Am trapped under cube! Can’t breathe… save… me…”
SO much attitude from these little muffinheads.
Before Hemlock and Juniper went back to Petsmart, I managed to get one single shot with all six of the kittens present and looking in my general direction! From left to right: Juniper, Sodapop (in the back), Hemlock (with one leg in the basket), Two-Bit, Ponyboy, and Darry.
Five of the six. Juniper was circling behind me, trying to figure out how to get the feather teaser away from me.
Hemlock and Juniper went back to Petsmart Saturday morning with no problems. I mean, they weren’t thrilled to be back (Juniper came out of the carrier, went directly into their cage, and gave me a dirty look), but they were okay. No adoptions on Saturday, but adoptions have been happening more often on Tuesdays, so maybe tomorrow will be their lucky day. Fingers crossed!
The Greasers are getting their last vaccinations tomorrow, so if there’s room for them, they’ll be headed off to Petsmart this week. If not, they’ll stay here a while longer ’til room comes available. We’ll see!
When we got home, after dropping off the kittens and running errands, we put the screen door at the bottom of the stairs and opened the door to the foster room. As I expected, Two-Bit was the first one out the door, followed pretty quickly by Sodapop. Darry darted out, looked around, and ran back in. It took Ponyboy several hours to get up the nerve to peek out, and by Sunday afternoon he was nervously joining Two-Bit and me for a short nap. I suspect, given another day or two, I’ll have all four piled up on the bed with me.
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“Iiiiiiii am the Mo of constant sorrowwwwww!” Sing it, Mo!
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Previously
2015: Kittens usually smell like raw peanuts. These guys, however, smell like the broth from corn chowder: milky, buttery, and salty-sweet.
2014: Von and the Open Mouth of Outrage as she calls for someone to protect her from PW.
2013: “Juuuust rubbing my face on the track toy… ::boot::”
2012: Such a little floof.
2011: “What the-?”
2010: No entry.
2009: “Madame, I don’t believe I care for your tone.”
2008: No entry.
2007: Ingrates.
2006: Maddy is officially off the bottle!
2005: I wouldn’t say that Sugarbutt’s butt is at 100%, but it’s so much better than it was last Thursday that I’m not complaining.