Word is that Phoenix is doing great! She’s met her new sister Amber (who y’all will remember as Ambercup, one of the Squash Bug bottle babies we had back in 2015) and new brother Truman. Truman was fine with the new addition, but Phoenix and Amber had words. Not bad for her first night home!
I did not pack her floof suit, but apparently she tossed it in the bag when I wasn’t watching.
Checking things out.
How cool is that cat door in the wall!
Nosy girl.
I love seeing her so curious and relaxed on her very first night home! Debra reported that Phoenix decided the human bed was hers, and slept curled up next to her humans pretty much all night her first night – AND last night, all the kitties were hanging out together. Awww!
(Thanks for the update, Debra!!)
PS: She will remain Phoenix. I think it suits her!
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I think today’s post will have the rest of the pictures I took while Phoenix was still here with us – there might be one or two more hiding in my picture folder, but I think I got ’em all.
Pretty girl in the sun.
Napping with the kittens: the beginning of nap time.
And the end of nap time. I needed to get up, but I’m not a MONSTER. Who’s going to disturb all those melted kittens? Not I!
Sweet girl.
When Unca Stefan came visiting.
Stardust watching, from across the room.
Then she put on her floof suit and followed Stefan out the door.
For the record, the kittens don’t get as much time around Uncles Stefan, Dennis and Dewey as previous litters have. Stefan made the mistake of smacking at one of the kittens, which startled the kitten and Mercury ran right over and gave him the ol’ one-two smack, and ever since she’s been pretty hissy toward Stefan. I think that if the kittens weren’t part of the equation, she’d be fine with him, but she’s got that protective thing going on.
Mercury partaking of a freeze-dried minnow. She loves those things.
Hubble on alert.
Hubble in the Tiny Basket, all “WHAZZUUUUUP!”
I know it looks like Aurora is totally giving me attitude here, but she was actually reacting to the flash.
Telstar keeps his eye on the feather teaser.
Hubble in his favorite nap time position.
“::sigh:: REALLY, lady?”
Just a note: the clock’s ticking, folks. Mercury, Telstar, and Hubble are headed to Petsmart Friday afternoon. If anyone out there is interested in any (or all!) of those three, contact Forgotten Felines (info is over there in the sidebar) to discuss adoption procedures!
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Guess who’s super gorgeous and hates the camera? That’d be Khal Drogo, that jerk. I had him laying in my lap one day last week (a move that requires me to sit on the floor and ever-so-slowly slide over to where Khal is, and gently pet him until he relaxes, then slowwwly slide my hands under him and slide him onto my lap*). I picked up my phone to take a picture of him on my lap and he evaporated into another dimension.
*I am such a calm and patient person that this whole song and dance isn’t irritating to me in the SLIGHTEST.
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Previously
2016: It’s a sleepy Raleigh pie.
2015: No entry.
2014: “I recommends you stop pointing that phone at me, lady. The ears don’t get much more annoyanced than this.”
2013: “Uhhhhh… nothin’. Just sitting here NOT making fun of the way you derpy-doo around on two feet.”
2012: Are you seeing the looniness in Magoo?
2011: “Dude. Your toenails are UP MY NOSE!”
2010: Then one evening, the cats got together and had a newspaper-shredding party.
2009: At one point, I had six or seven cats gathered around me, watching in fascination as the plastic dragonfly flapped and flapped.
2008: No entry.
2007: Talk about your come-hither look!
2006: Y’all just shut UP. We do NOT have eight cats.
2005: “What can I do to convince you to adopt Sugarbutt?”