Just a reminder: the Forgotten Felines of Huntsville May auction is going on RIGHT NOW on Facebook! Here’s a direct link to the album – more stuff will be added this morning, and each morning throughout the week. There is some AMAZING stuff – go check it out!
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Guess who came to visit, making Fizzbin put on her very best floof suit?
And Pinochle and Rummy said “Who’s that?!”
Whist said “Thank goodness I had my floof suit cleaned recently!”
Uncle Charlie!
Rummy came in for the sniff.
As did Slapjack.
Then Rummy came back in for another look.
Uncle Charlie decided he’d go up on the little blue cat tree, and the tuxies surrounded him.
A funny thing is that the onesie seems to act like a Thunder Shirt for Canasta. We brought Charlie in, and she couldn’t have possibly cared less.
She was like “Yep. That’s that Charlie guy.”
Fred got out the feather teaser, and the kittens forgot about Uncle Charlie, mostly.
Charlie went for a quiet moment in the box, and Whist kept an eye on him.
So Canasta will be headed home in one week, and the kittens are scheduled for their spay/neuter surgeries on the 25th (which is two weeks from tomorrow); they’ll start heading home after that.
We are now at “adoption pending” status on Uno, on Fizzbin, and on Slapjack & Rummy (together). The two that aren’t yet spoken for yet are Pinochle and Whist. I’m sure their people will come along soon enough!
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Julie (top) and Hensley went back to their foster yesterday.
They sure did love that cat tree while they were here!
It was fun to have them here, and nice to have two little purrbabies snuggled up to me at night, but Charlie will be glad to have access to me in the middle of the night again (not last night, though – I sprayed everything down with Rescue spray and let it dry overnight. Today I’ll mop the room, change the sheets, and then open the door to all kitties again.) and I’ll be glad not to have a litter box or canned cat food in my bedroom.
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Newt loves this sweater bed. Having me wave my arm so he’ll look at me, he’s not so crazy about.
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Previously
2020: It’s Monday, and Alejandro is like “Didn’t we already have a Monday?”
2019: They’re turning into total stringbeans!
2018: “Does this mean I’m gonna have to hear about his extra toes for the rest of my life? Oh joy.”
2017: Roux will have you know that she is NOT responsible for the damage to this scratcher. It was a previous litter. REALLY.
2016: SOMEONE has a case of the Loons!
2015: Happy Mother’s Day!
2014: “Not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I’m prettyyyyyyy.”
2013: “You might CONSIDER yourself the fourth born child of Khaleesi, but YOU ARE NO DRAGON, SIR.”
2012: O Christmas tree.
2011: I love how, at this age, when you rub their bellies, they think about it for a moment, then begin vigorously grooming themselves.
2010: Now that Maura is gone, we’re down to just our eleven, plus four fosters. Why, it’s like we hardly have any cats in the house at all!
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.