Tom asked yesterday if we’d considered building a structure in our yard so we could handle more cats. We did, last summer, decide that we were going to convert the (now unused) blue coop into a “kitten coop” so we could have more fosters, but that hasn’t happened yet, and I don’t think it’s going to. I really prefer to have the cats and kittens in the house with us, and after our tornado scare from a couple of weeks ago, I worry that if we had some kittens upstairs in the foster room and some out in the coop and maybe one or two in the guest bedroom, there’s no way on earth that I’d be able to get all of them in the closet under the stairs (or in the storm shelter, once we have it put in) and our own cats as well. That might change – the only consistency around here is me declaring one thing one day and then suddenly declaring the opposite the next – and of course if it does, y’all will be the first to know!
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Dorothy would like to say “hi” to her adoring public.
Note that it’s not until I compliment her dramatic eye makeup that she starts kneading and purring. Clearly her affections can be bought with flattery!
Sweet miss Dorothy.
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Sleepy, sleepy McMaos.
::chomp::
::chomp::
“Hey, guys, c’mere! This foot taste funny to you?
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“I can sit in your lap please?”
::sniff::
::sniffffffff::
::slurrrp:: (The little smile KILLS ME DEAD.)
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“Close your eeeeeeyes and goodniiiiiiight…”
“Go to sleeeeeep little brudderrrrrrr…”
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::thlurrp::
“What?”
“That’s right, I ate all the Tender Turkey Feast. You’ve gotta learn to move faster next time. I ate it all and I’m NOT SORRY!”
“So there.”
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Rufus enjoyed a little outside time before he went off to Petsmart yesterday.
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Loony Jake in the sun.
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Previously
2010: Miz Poo: “He’s not TOUCHING ME, is he? Do I HAVE to put up with this?”
2009: Oh, kitties. How you make us worry!
2008: No entry.
2007: It’s a Boogie on a leash.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.