Tuesday night, Roux and Praline spent the night in my room. With the foster room closed off to them so I could clean it in preparation for the new fosters, I wasn’t comfortable with letting them have the run of the house since they’d never been downstairs before except for a few field trips. They. Were. WILD. The room was apparently QUITE exciting and they boinged from the cat tree to the bed and back again approximately 10,000 times. I had hoped that they’d settle down and sleep with me, but around 11:00 they snuggled up together on the cat tree and were quiet until 4:15. When they started boinging again. After about 10 minutes of that, I put them upstairs and shut the screen door (which gave them Fred’s room, the hallway, the bathroom, and the stairs to run around in). When I got up at 6:00, they were sitting on the stairs looking longingly through the screen door. So I opened it and Roux shot right out and started exploring, followed pretty quickly by Praline. After they’d explored for about 15 minutes, we took down the screen door and put it away.
Attitude from Praline.
Roux isn’t sure about you.
They settled in on the cat tree for a morning nap and were annoyed that Dewey decided to join them.
“NOBODY INVITED YOU, UNCA DEWBS.”
They actually spent most of the day on Fred’s bed.
Roux in the sun.
Praline between the pillows.
Bath time.
“Gimme a hug!”
Kitten book club. I think today’s topic was which is tastier: the cover, or the soft and tender inner pages. It got quite heated! That’s Praline on the left and Roux on the right. You can kind of see the difference in their eye color. Praline’s are a bit more green, Roux’s are more brown.
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Unfortunately, there have recently been several returns to Challenger’s House, including Paul Simon, who I fostered with his brother Garfunkel back in 2015. A single return is disappointing, but a slew of them in a short period of time is really disheartening.
Click on this picture to go over to Challenger’s House and read more about them – who knows? Maybe you’ll find a new best friend!
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You better believe Maxi was NOT pleased when she realized Frankie was back there sniffing out the situation.
Pretty Frankie. He is such a puppydog – if either of us goes outside, Frankie’s RIGHT there, trotting behind us snoopervising.
Don’t you love his swirls?
Frankie continues to do well. He’s eating fine, and is feeling really good. His favorite part of the day is when Fred wakes up and gives him his morning snack. His second favorite part of the day is when he gets his evening snack. Is he a little spoiled, y’think? Nahhh. (He deserves it!)
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Previously
2016: I love how Stefan and Webster have the exact same expression.
2015: “Well, THAT was rude!”
2014: No entry.
2013: “MAMA, I SAID STOP, I AM CLEAN!”
2012: “Inspector Stompers think you a slob. Why you never do dishes? That’s horrifying.”
2011: ::fume::
2010: Rhyme’s all “I LOVE YOU, Crazy Jake!”
2009: What’s cuter than a growling kitten? NOTHING.
2008: No entry.
2007: Sweet little pink kitty toes.
2006: No entry.
2005: Love that Flossie.