Poor Miz Poo. She’s all “Do you SEE what I have to put up with, here?”
Sugarbutt thinks Bolitar’s just a little too close. Bolitar doesn’t care.
Jake’s face is KILLING ME. He’s like “PARDON ME THIS IS JAKE’S CAVE THIS IS NOT MEANT FOR KITTENS TO COME TROMP ALL OVER THIS IS MY PRIVATE PLACE FOR PRIVACY.” And Corbett’s all “See my butt?”
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Something I learned yesterday – Moxie is scared of thunder and will hide under the chair in fear every time the thunder happens. She doesn’t want to be coaxed out from under the chair, she doesn’t want to be snuggled safely in your arms. She wants to hide under the chair, thank you.
Melodie could not be less scared of the sound of thunder. A particularly loud crash of thunder happened yesterday afternoon and Moxie dove under the chair. From her perch on the cat tree, Melodie just sat and gazed out the window at the rain. I would have surely expected it to be the other way around.
Martin and the pink fluff.
That’s Moxie’s tail he’s chewing on. She puts up with this for far longer than I would expect, and then when she’s had enough, she turns around and smacks him. It’s a system that seems to work well for them.
Melodie, following Martin around.
“What?”
This morning, Melodie came immediately out of her Melodie cave (the condo on the cat tree) to greet me when I went into the room. Either she’s getting more comfortable with me (she was ALL OVER Fred last night, purring and rubbing on him. The lady cats love Fred, for sure.) or she’s figured out that when I come into the room for the first time in the morning, I give them canned cat food. Either way, it’s progress!
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A couple of weeks ago, I said that Stinkerbelle spends 99% of her time on top of the bookcase in the front room. Well, she must have gotten word of what I’d said, because she immediately set out to make a liar out of me. She’s been coming out more and more, sitting angrily in the computer room glaring at me, climbing up onto the top of the cupboards in the kitchen, sitting on top of the canning cabinet in the dining room. She’s been a social butterfly, if by “social butterfly” you mean a cat who stalks around the house smacking at any kittens who venture too close to her, that is.
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Previously
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: He has no time for the little kid.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
Oh I am so sad that Sammy and Joey still need homes. I have posted on my blog and moved my sidebar link up for them. I really wish I could do more – this is why I wish I had more room – I would take them myself if I could, at least so they would have someplace to go and be loved. This is totally making me cry.
I am glad that there are some cute kitten pictures here too – that will help cheer me up. And they are all such cuties!!
i’m jumping around, still catching up from the past, but reading the present, so this is the first time i’m seeing these mms. i <3 martin's fashionable eyeliner!
hi stinkerbelle 😉
We are glad to hear that Simon has found a home, but so sorry to hear that Sammy and Joey have so little time left. We’ve reposted on our blog and sent a note to KC at the Cat Blogosphere with this link – we are hoping very hard for a good outcome!
P.S. the photos are great. Franklin is a big fan of Jake!
It’s always a race to try to find homes for one more, two more, ten more. The list never ends. We wish every cat and dog could find a home. We certainly hope Sammy and Joey will find one in time!
Martin has the prettiest face! And he looks so good with the pink fluff — I think it takes a real manly kitten to feel comfortable with a pink fluff!