In case you missed it on Facebook/Instagram last night…
Yes, our little OtisMallow was adopted last night! He was adopted along with kittens Trudy and Clementine, sister kittens who were cared for by another Forgotten Felines Huntsville foster family (Trudy and Clementine are sisters). I suspect Otis and his sisters are going to be very happy and very pampered!
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I just love that Otis and his floofy tail with the different shades of gray in it.
And I love that Millie and her floofy tail, though you can’t really see it in this picture.
Like all kittens, Otis adores the loop on the back of my phone and he chews on it whenever I’m dumb enough to leave it unprotected.
Otis gives Arundel a bath, and she’s not complaining.
Just hanging out.
Otis, keeping an eye on things.
Otis and Bethel, doing the same. (Bethel’s round eyes just crack me up. She always looks so AMAZED.)
Oh that sweet, sweet Dexter.
Bath time for Eliot.
Bowl full o’ Otis.
Annnd a bowl full o’ Dexter. I think it’s safe to say that they love that bowl scratcher.
“YEAH.”
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That chair exists in that location solely to provide shade and shelter for the cats, usually Alice. I’ve never sat in it, and I’m pretty sure Fred hasn’t either. (And if I were going to go hang out in the fresh air, I’d stick to the screened porch, since the screen does a good job of keeping bugs at bay.)
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Previously
2017: In this litter, Hubble appears to be in possession of a happy tail.
2016: Meet the Outsiders.
2015: No entry.
2014: Cats. Like. Boxes. Like, a lot. A LOT.
2013: Pardon me, Norbs. You appear to have a kitten in your armpit.
2012: Meredith Grey (in the front), disapproves of such shenanigans, as do her judgey cohorts.
2011: They were all just like ::shrug:: “yeah, it’s Buster. So?”
2010: God, Corby. I wish you’d learn to relax a little. You’re stressing me out!
2009: I told Fred the other night that if we were going to keep Sam (which we’re not), I’d have to rename him Tigger, because he bounces! all! over! the! place!
2008: No entry.
2007: Later, when I relayed the experience to Fred, he said “You realize that during your entire story, the Benny Hill music was playing in the back of my head, right?”
2006: Meeting Maddy.
2005: What is it with kitties loving to chew on wet hair?