Hangin’ in the pile o’ beds by the back door.
A few minutes before I unceremoniously stuffed her into a carrier. She was suspicious.
Miss Dorfy has gone to her forever home in… (drumroll) St. Louis! Andrea (who comments at Love & Hisses as Luanne) saw Dorothy and fell in love and emailed me to see if it was a possibility. St. Louis is – we were both surprised to discover – six hours or so from Alabama, which is a long drive but not insanely so. We met at the shelter Saturday afternoon, and Dorothy was all “What the what now?” as she met her new Mom, and then when she went into her fancy new carrier she was all “Um, what?”, but she is such a sweet girl that she didn’t howl all the way to St. Louis (which was what I feared), instead she was quiet most of the way and curious about what was going on.
She joins her new brothers Oliver and Teen Baby and her sister Luanne, and I suspect that it won’t be long before they’re all thick as thieves. It was really nice to be able to meet her new Mom (you know I don’t get to meet the adopters very often), and I have no doubt that she’s going to be one happy, spoiled girl! You can see pictures of Dorothy as time goes by over at Facebook or on Flickr. (There’s not a lot at Flickr, but Andrea promises that once things are settled down (she recently moved) she’ll do her best to live up to her New Mom obligations!)
(©andrea) Stopping in Paducah on the way home.
(©andrea) She’s a St. Louis girl now!
The Spice Girls are doing well. They are three bright-eyed little monkeys, and every time I walk into the room, all three of them rush the door. Then they stop at the barrier (which is there specifically to stop the flow of kittens) and sniff around wildly. Luckily, there are only three of them and they’re small and easy to pick up at the same time.
They kill me with how cute they are!
“Welcome to my home! Would you like a tour?” The girls like to sleep in the carrier most of the time – though sometimes they conk out in the middle of the floor.
(Cilantro) I find it endlessly fascinating to see the way their eyes change color, from the pupil outward.
“Do you SEE what I have to put up with?!”
The McMaos got their vaccinations Friday afternoon, and they were sleepy for the rest of the day.
That Fergus Simon, he always gives me such attitude.
“GOD, Mom, I DID my homework! Stop buggin’ me!”
“I said I WILL CLEAN MY ROOM! LEAVE ME ALONE! GOD!”
Have I told you how beautiful you are, Corbie McGee?
“Not in the last ten minutes.”
SO beautiful.
“I know.”
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Previously
2010: No entry.
2009: “Who, me?”
2008: Kara’s all “Really? We’re still doing this, seven weeks later? REALLY? Are you KIDDING me?”
2007: Speaking of Maxi and Newt, I have to say – they are some tiny, tiny cats.
2006: No entry.
2005: If I could just bottle that energy.
I’ve never seen the eye change colour thingy before, so I went to your flikr original and blew it up to maximum size, and it’s amazing to see the eyes in such closeup! Thanks for that!
I had a cat where it never finished shifting. She had a yellow rim and a green inner part her whole twenty years.
That storm was the best thing that happened to Dorfy! So good to see she blew on to a great new home with plenty of cat companions to gnaw on. And…
Spice Girls! Squeeeeeeeeee!!!!
McMaos! Squeeeeeeeeee!!
Corby! Squeeeeeeeeeee!!
I’ve been taking pic upon pic upon pic of Dorfy since we got back (when I wasn’t sleeping off my move and/or remembering to give attention to my other kittehs, who seem gargantuan in comparison to Miss Gale) and will post some of them later tonight on Flickr and Facebook. I’ll get some movies of her, too. She does that trilling quite a bit (I mostly notice it when she’s in the litterbox…hmmm). Anyway, I am beyond smitten with that little girl.
I’m going to let her out into the rest of the house tonight for a few hours to meet her siblings and I’ll be recording THAT for sure. She is such a sweet little kitty, and she really has no fear. I guess after a tornado, why would you?
Thanks again to Robyn for all of Miss Dorfy’s toys and blankies. She has them strewn all over my bedroom. 🙂
How wonderful!!!
I’m so glad she didn’t flip on you like she did on me the last time I visited Robyn’s house of cats. Robyn thinks maybe it was my glasses. Or not. LOL Looking forward to following Dorothy in her own blog!
that miss clove shot.. killer..
I’m glad miss dorfy is settled and doing well.. she needs her own blog you know…
Yes she does!!!
Oh I know. I’m planning on making one. It will be coming soon!
I know! I’m going to start one soon. 🙂
An award for you is ready for pick up at http://asalinguist.wordpress.com/2011/06/06/and-the-winner-goes-to/
sorry for the duplicate posts. WordPress told me I’d already posted a comment but didn’t show it. Grrr.
Ooooh, congratulations sweet little Dorothy! And congratulations Andrea, of course. 🙂 Soooo glad to hear a certain sweet little torbie’s settling in well. 🙂
I haven’t said yet, because I’m a dork and haven’t commented, but the spice girl kittens? Are making me meeeeelt! *cuddles all three of them*
Scritchies for the McMewers and Maggie as well, of course. Cute, cute, cuteness!
Corbie is, of course, still a darling. Hi, Corbie. Any word from Rhyme or Bolitar’s forever families? Reacher’s forever mom has a livejournal. Heh. 🙂 For that matter, any word from Rufus’s people?
Awww big HOOORAAAH for adorable and gorgeous Dorothy!!! How wonderful!! I am so so so sooooooooooo glad that she’s now got a forever home and family! How brilliant!!! Yay for Andrea!!!!
Hugs and a squillion yays to the beautiful Spice Girls, amazing McMaos, wonderful mama Maggie and the ever so handsome and utterly sublime Corbie!!
🙂
Take care
x
Yay for Dorfy and her new family!
And the McMaos look so big compared to the Spice Girls — they’re growing up!
Great pics and video of Miss Dorfy on Flickr already; thanks and congrats, Andrea! And goodbye, precious little sweetheart; looking forward to the blog!
Awww, Corbie; so handsome! Always a pleasure to see you. And that photo of Miss Clove… squeee! Such little darlings, all of them.