The kittens could not have been any easier to put in the carriers for their trip to the vet yesterday. In fact, I walked in to find that Delmar was already sitting in one of the carriers. He came running over to me when I walked in, and I picked him up and put him back in the carrier and closed the top (our carriers are the kind that open at one end and on top), grabbed Lem and put him in the carrier, then put the two girls in the other carrier. They all looked confused and worried, and they were obviously scared during the car trip, but they behaved themselves very well when they were being weighed. Quite the difference from their first trip to the vet, when they fought so hard against being handled!
I picked them up last night, and they were dopey and groggy and I thought for sure they’d never forgive me, but an hour after I got them home I went upstairs and Delmar and Lem were all over me, rubbing against me, purring, telling me how awesome I am. Marion and Claudette stayed on the cat tree and let me know that they didn’t think I was awesome at ALL. That’s okay; they’ll forgive me soon enough. And if not, I can always buy their love with a plate of chicken baby food.
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Previously
2007: Best. Picture. EVER.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
That first pic of Lem is so striking! Even though I wouldn’t think it possible, I swear each new batch of kittens is cuter than the last.
Shelly, I know! Somehow, they just keep getting cuter. I wonder if we’re going to hit some cuteness apex and then they’ll start getting uglier. (Except that there’s no such thing as an ugly kitten, obviously.)