A summary of the weekend:
On Friday, Pinochle (now P-Kitty), Uno and Whist went home. I said in the post about it on social media that they were going to live in Florida, but ACTUALLY they’ve gone to live in West Virginia (Brian, their adopter, just accepted a new job in West Virginia). Not only did they make it to their new home safe and sound, but also they’re on Facebook, right here!
We had a quiet Saturday (okay, Fred and I went shopping and I am getting a new desk to replace the 20 year old behemoth I am currently typing at, but that’s only exciting to me I suspect), and decided to let Rummy and Slapjack out to run around the house. They were excited and confused, a little nervous and Rummy kept getting “lost” and crying until one of us would call out to her, and then she’d run to us (CUTE.)
We had a quiet Sunday morning, and then…
In the early afternoon, Rummy and Slapjack headed home… to Phoenix, Arizona! They’re keeping their names and they join two older kitty brothers, Cheeto and Franklin. THEY ARE ON INSTAGRAM, HERE, and FACEBOOK, HERE.
It is very very quiet around here, and no – we don’t have new fosters in place. We are taking a break from fostering for a bit. (I will continue to blog, though. We do have permanent residents, you know!)
Now sit back and enjoy the rest of my pictures of the Cardsharks, because they are one photogenic bunch.
Rummy has a big ol’ Joker grin here!
And Whist with a thlurrrp.
These thlurrrps brought to you by a syringe of goat milk (which they love nearly as much as Churu.)
Slapjack and Pinochle at nap time.
I love that both Whist and Uno were talking to me, and I also love Pinochle looking at Whist like “There she goes again.”
Uno with the twirly eyes.
“You comin’ out of the shower soon, lady? We STARVINGGGGGGGG.”
Charlie was flicking his tail and driving Pinochle craaaaazyyyyy.
Whist doesn’t approve of how I’ve arranged the artwork in the kitten room.
A shot of all 5! (Top: Uno and Slapjack. Bottom: Rummy, Whist and Pinochle.)
4 of the 5! (Slapjack was still on the cat tree.)
And the very last shot of all 5 kittens – Brian was literally sitting across the room filling out the paperwork for Pinochle, Whist and Uno when I took this picture. Left to right: Whist, Rummy, Pinochle, Uno and Slapjack.
Slapjack in the sun.
Rummy pie!
As mentioned, we let Rummy and Slapjack out into the rest of the house Saturday, and it didn’t take 10 minutes for Slapjack to discover the windows and heated bed in the computer room.
They knew IMMEDIATELY where their breakfast and dinner (canned food) is prepared, so Saturday evening I got this look from Slapjack while I was opening cans. I guess I wasn’t moving fast enough.
Rummy liked the view (there’s a bird feeder right outside that window, and she was obsessed with watching the birds flit in and out.)
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Dewey ain’t gonna miss no ding-dang kittens.
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Previously
2020: Clyde* has the grumpies.
2019: Pa’s all “That’s right, son. That’s how you do it!”
2018: Those WHISKERS.
2017: And Andouille immediately backed away, half-heartedly put on his Floof Suit, and huffed “WELL. That was RUDE.”
2016: Apparently it’s the Year of Ears here at Crooked Acres.
2015: Sleepy Sunday.
2014: Dennis (still!) needs a home!
2013: Meet Stefan.
2012: Meet Cicero (or, as he later came to be known as, STOMPERS!)
2011: Trapped!
2010: Are they not the happiest little monkeys?
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: Guess what? New fosters!
2006: No entry.
2005: When will these little monsters let me snuggle them?
Is this your most far-flung litter (Seattle, Arizona, West Virginia)?
I think so! We’ve had kittens go to Oregon, but Seattle’s as far as you can get from Huntsville without leaving the contiguous United States.
It looks like your former fosters are trying to take over the Lower 48 which is a nice thought. Would love to know how many states you have fosters in if you keep track. If not, that’s understandable since you’ve had so many over the years. Love how you instill confidence as the kittens grow and set them up for success in their new homes.
It’s my goal while we’re foster-free to get a clickable map up and running. I don’t know off the top of my head how many states kittens have gone to, but that’s something I’m interested in knowing, too!
Can’t imagine how quiet it must be now! I’m going to miss seeing their goofy grins, but very glad they’re at their forever homes now.
Bring on the Permanent Residents!
The fact that Canasta and the kittens are now living all over the country is a real testament to your blogging and photos! You inspired people to fly across the whole darn continent to adopt them. Amazing.