Stripey believes he can flyyyyyyyy.
I’m starting to think his feet just never touch the ground.
I love how, as he’s flying through the air, he takes a moment to look over and see what I’m doing.
“I seem to have forgotten how gravity works, exactly.”
All of the ‘Maters (and Kohle!) love Da Bird, but Mr. Stripey’s the one who really flies. We put Dingwall Scotty, Kohle, and Sungold in the closet (it’s a big closet. Don’t feel sorry for them!) so that Stripey wouldn’t land on any of them, and he could really fly.
“NOW is it time? How about now?”
I love the blank look on Miz Poo’s face, where she’s clearly thinking “How does this keep happening to me?!”
Purslane likes the self-heating blanket.
These girls really throw themselves into nap time.
All three Weeds are out of here this evening (I think I didn’t quite make it clear that Dandelion came home with me on Saturday – her new mom is going to sign adoption papers tonight at Petsmart). Dandelion’s going home, and Purslane and Thistle are going into a cage together at Petsmart. It is going to be SO quiet around here without them. And I am going to miss these girls like crazy!
On a side note, if I had to do it over again, I’d list her name as Dandelion (who is not deaf) every time I mentioned her, because I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten that question more than I’ve ever gotten any question about any foster, ever. I guess if there’s ONE thing everyone knows about blue-eyed white kittens, it’s that there’s a greater than usual possibility of deafness. I’ve now had two blue-eyed white kitten fosters (Hermano of Los Gatitos being the other one) and neither was deaf.
Now that I’ve said that, I’m sure there’s a stork carrying a deaf blue-eyed white kitten heading right at me!
PS: Dandelion can hear just fine, in case I didn’t make that clear.
This picture is from mid-Summer (it’s been hiding in a folder and I just found it over the weekend). That’s Jake in the back left, looking loony. Tommy’s in the front left wearing the red collar. Corbie’s under the chair, Elwood’s next to him in the process of turning over onto his back, and Sheriff Mama is on the right in front of the stump. They certainly do love that cement pad in the Summer.
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Previously
2011: When Gracie wants to play, George has no choice.
2010: No entry.
2009: I! HAZ! A! COMPLAINT!
2008: Lem gets very excited at snack time.
2007: Some time later, I was awakened by the sound of an angry screaming wildcat.
2006: Catie and her kittens.
2005: No entry.