Dropping the Taters off at Petsmart yesterday wasn’t fun – it never is! – and they all went into the litter box immediately to hide. But last night Kathie reported that she and Laurie fished them out of the litter boxes, and when she left, they were still out, playing, so that was good!
Here are the last of the Taters pics I took before they went.
Fianna sitting in her box o’ paper and doing some therapeutic shredding, with Miz Poo, who just HAPPENS to be nearby.
Jake came over and was all “Whatcha doin’, little girl?”
“Go ‘way, Jakey, I am performing a valuable service!”
::rip::
::LOONYFACE::
Brandywine and Kennebec. He’s all “COME GIVE ME A HUG!”
Brandywine glaring at Kennebec, while Fianna climbs into her box o’ paper and Agata tries to stay out of the line of fire.
Kennebec’s face is cracking me up.
Brandywine returns to the box of paper and demands to know what Fianna’s doing.
“Um. Being skeered of YOU!” says Fianna.
And tips over the box in her haste to vacate the premises.
So then Brandywine turned the Paw o’ Doom on Agata.
Agata’s not sure what THAT was all about.
Agata, making sure her brother stays clean.
Kennebec, returning the favor.
It always goes from licking to biting.
While her sister and brother groomed each other and then fought, Fianna slept with her eyes open. Creepy.
Agata stomped away from her brother and took care of her own cleanliness.
Kennebec can clean his own self, thank you.
“You missed behind your ear, dummy.”
A quick little video that I found on my Flip Video camera. I thought at first that this was Kennebec and Fianna playing, but upon closer look realized that it was Stompers and Fianna. He was the same size as she was, even though he was almost a month younger!
That’s Brandywine over by the door, watching them with not much interest.
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Previously
2011: Wouldn’t that have been organized of me?
2010: I KNOW, I DON’T GET IT EITHER.
2009: No entry.
2008: It’s quite fun, as you can imagine.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Meet Jodie and Rambo.
Awww the Taters!! I wish them well and happy and forever homes! Thank you so much for sharing such a great time with them – they were a totally beautiful family! Please please find good loving homes asap!! Take care
x
I don’t supposed it was possible for Fianna to take her box o’ paper with her to PetSmart, was it? And that kitten-lovin’ Miz Poo – she fooled us for a while!
Miz Poo definitely hates kittens. she does know what the definition of hate is, right? I think she has the stalker complex down, though.
How is Brandywine getting along with the rest of the adults?
Miz Poo is cracking me up.
Oh what a bunch of sweeties! Fingers and paws crossed for a lot of fast adoptions!
Miz Poo… I think she’s a diva.. she wants the camera on her own self and knows that if there are kittens, then there’ll be a camera, therefore she must be where the kittens are so she can get her own beautiful self snapped!
Well I’ve finally succumbed. Our first fostering responsibility just arrived today. A terrified lady-like calico just separated from her kittens. Thanks for the inspiration, Robyn.
Oh, how I love the loonyface.
Hooray! A bonus post on Saturday! I hope the Taters and Razzie get adopted soonest. If it takes awhile, it sounds like they’re getting good care at Petsmart.
I also glad you are giving Brandywine the chance to be a kitten. I suspect she’s been a mother from a very young age. I might be wrong, but it is simply wonderful to see her enjoying life.
I hope her burns are continuing to heal well, also!