You guys! I have been meaning to mention this ALL week, but have been a total flake. Forgotten Felines of Maine (which is unrelated to Forgotten Felines of Huntsville, the rescue I foster for) is having an awesome online auction on Facebook. Go here (or here is the direct link to the photo album), check it out, and BID! The money goes to a great cause (it’s been a particularly crazy kitten season, and it’s not over for them yet) and there’s some really great stuff.
ALSO, Forgotten Felines of Huntsville will be having an online auction in November with different, equally cool items, so you’ve got that to look forward to!
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A basket of muffins.
A FULL basket of muffins.
We have a lights-on no-one-home situation going on here with Solenoid.
Clutch in a tree (and he’s not very concerned about it!)
Clutch and Cam with attitude.
I tried to fill that scratcher with kittens, and Fender and Pulley were the only ones nice enough to stay there for a picture.
They LOVE this little scratcher/tree ($19.99 at Target.)
Showing off his moves.
Dynamo shows off her tongue.
Sleepy Pulley.
7 of the 9. (The other two were over with mama, eating canned food.)
5 of the 9. I’ve actually seen as many as 6 of them on this tree (stuffed inside the little condo and spilling out onto the platform).
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I trimmed and rooted a bunch of clippings from the big pot of catnip, and then once they were growing well, Fred transplanted them to the garden bed outside the kitchen window. The cats have been ignoring the plants until now. Now, there’s always someone rolling around in the catnip. My plan is to eventually get that garden bed filled with catnip. (Please note Frankie over to the right, sleeping off his hiiiigh.)
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Previously
2017: If this look doesn’t say “What fresh Hell is this?”…
2016: I must need a lot of snoopervision.
2015: No entry.
2014: “Hallo, innernets. Why do I feel like somebody’s always watching me?”
2013: I fear that I am going to just up and squoosh him ’til the Fluff comes right out his ears.
2012: Polly the Dryer Inspector thinks I don’t empty the lint trap often enough.
2011: Poor, sad, deprived kittens with no toys to speak of.
2010: (Reminder to self: bring ear plugs next time!)
2009: It’s just amazing!
2008: Pet store kitties.
2007: Their story is that they’re 5 sisters, about five months old, and they were, I believe, the kittens of a feral cat.
2006: So stop asking why, you stinkin’ peoples.
2005: Look guilty, don’t they?