Dennis, in the belly of the whale fish.
“What?”
Tricki checks out the feather teaser.
“I see you, feather teaser.”
“Come closer…”
“Hmph.”
Oops. Looks like one of your ears fell off, Tricki.
Have I mentioned that she is just such a goofy girl? SO goofy.
Got it!
Playful Livia.
Livia and Tricki’s trip back to Petsmart went about as I’d expected – Livia flopped down in her cage and got comfy, and Tricki went and hid in her litter box. I hate it when they do that!
I got to see Orlando, Angelo, and Thomas, and gave them all quick kisses and snuggles. I just wish someone would come adopt them ALL, the sooner the better!
We’re working on getting Dennis comfortable in places other than the foster room, but he’s pretty strongly bonded to that room, and considers it his safe space. We tried shutting him out of the foster room the other night, and opened the screen door at the bottom of the stairs so he could explore. He made it clear, at the top of his lungs, that he wasn’t having it. I expected him to be freaked out after Tricki and Livia were taken away yesterday, but he actually wasn’t. In fact, he might have been even friendlier – I know that oftentimes skittish cats feed off each others’ fear, and so maybe Dennis and Tricki are more skittish together than they are apart.
We’ll keep working on it, because I’d like to be able to keep him here until someone sees his sweet face and reads about his personality and falls in love rather than send him off to the shelter. It’s going to be slow going, I think, but hopefully we’ll get there!
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Miz Poo is not impressed with that Dennis guy, and made sure to let him know just how unimpressed she was, in the form of a Paw o’ Doom upside his head.
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Previously
2013: Toes, toes everywhere!
2012: “We is having a meeting, and you is not invited. Do we need to call Security?”
2011: No entry.
2010: “I couldn’t help it! I just wanted a snuggle and some canned food! I AM NOT a big baby! Okay, maybe I am. But I had to register my complaint, didn’t I?!”
2009: Yeah, poor babies. It’s a rough life!
2008: I imagine that in the operating room, the surgeon’s going to say “Why is she covered in small cuts [I originally typo’d “small cats”. HA!] from head to toe?”
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.