In case you missed it, there was a post on Friday with some VERY EXCITING adoption news!
Now if we could just get homes for Livia, Tricki and Angelo, I’d be happy!
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Saturday marked 9 years since we lost Mia, the mother of our very first foster litter. I wrote a tribute to her the next day. I didn’t want that anniversary to go unremarked; I always think about her this time of year.
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It’s not WAHHHHHHHnesday, Gilbert.
“I don’t caaaaaaaaare!”
A bit of the ol’ attitude from Grant.
Sweet brudders.
“Tired of your nonsense, lady. Get me DOWN from here.”
Grant and Blaster, keeping their eyes on the feather teaser.
I finally moved that (huge) canvas picture of Tubby up to Fred’s room. Tubby left us before we started fostering, but I 100% believe he’d have loved having fosters around to play and snuggle with, so I’m declaring him the patron saint of kittens.
Having captured Mooch’s tail, Grant decides it’s time for a nap.
Gilbert lubs those feathers.
“Where’d the feathers GO?!”
Blaster likes to watch the bugs fly around outside the windows.
Marshall, showing off his fabulous stripes.
Angelo, keeping an eye on those rascally kittens.
I made a time-lapse video of the foster room, this time complete with soundtrack! Those kittens certainly get around.
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Stinkerbelle loves her Tommy.
LOVES him.
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Previously
2013: No entry.
2012: No entry.
2011: If they weren’t so cute, we wouldn’t always feel the need to pick them up.
2010: Tom Cullen: Simply Flabulous.
2009: Then he tries to stick his nose up Fred’s nostril.
2008: Every now and then the babies will try to nurse, but Kara shuts that down IMMEDIATELY.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: We need a little sign that says Warning: cat can’t hold his licker.