So, guess who got themselves adopted last night?!
TOGETHER!
I think it’s all due to the happy adoption thoughts y’all sent this way!
Yay, Steely Dan and Fagen!
(And thank you all for your happy adoption thoughts!)
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So Friday night was actually a really good adoption night for Challenger’s House. Not only did Steely Dan and Fagen get adopted (together!), but the big sweet flame-point Siamese mix who was in one of the big cages got adopted, along with Hobbs, a little kitten in a cage by himself (his friend Beaumont was adopted on Tuesday).
This means that there’s room in the adoption center for the Magnolias. I know, they just got here, but they’re super healthy kittens who’ve been spayed and id chipped, and since there’s room, well, off they go! Not ’til Tuesday morning, though, so we’ve got a few more days of love and snuggles before we have to say goodbye to them.
This morning I let them out into the rest of the upstairs, and they were curious and a little freaked out. After a few hours, they’d ended up in my room (they ALWAYS end up in my room, I don’t know if it’s the bed that entices them or what, but every litter we’ve let have the run of most of the upstairs ends up in my room, scattered in various spots), and so I let Jake and Elwood in to hang out with them. Jake and Elwood REALLY wanted to get in there and see what was going on. OH, you have never seen such hissy, growly, puffy drama queen kittens. Those Magnolias did NOT approve of Jake and Elwood approaching them, and they did NOT approve of Jake and Elwood sniffing them, and they did NOT approve of Jake and Elwood playing with their toys, and they did NOT approve of Jake and Elwood eating their food.
They did not care for Jake and Elwood, is what I’m saying.
After a few hours, I let Jake and Elwood out of the upstairs (and they were both like “Let us out. These kittens are WHACK, man!”), and the Magnolias settled down for a few hours, then I let Jake and Elwood in again. They were a bit less hissy and growly the second time around, so I suspect that after a few days they’ll calm down and maybe even play with the boys.
They really like the big cat tree!
Smilin’ M’Lynn.
Drum, up close.
Drum has declared that this little hammock is HIS.
One of his sisters said “Let me join you in that hammock!” and Drum said “Try it, and I will kick your butt.”
Ouiser sings the blues.
Ouiser eyeballs Clairee.
Feb 06, 2010 | | Magnolias, Steely Dan & Fagen
So, I emailed the shelter manager yesterday to ask if there was going to be room for Steely Dan and Fagen at the adoption center soon. I’m having surgery next Wednesday (I’m going to be spayed! Well, partially spayed. I bet the vet wouldn’t charge nearly as much as my surgeon. AND I’d get to go home the same day! Too bad the vet has a no-operating-on-humans policy. Or I assume she does, anyway.) and I had hoped to get them settled before then. Not that they’re any problem – they’ve meshed pretty seamlessly with our cats, and if they needed to stay longer, they certainly could. But I won’t be lifting anything heavy for a few weeks, so either they’d need to go soon, or wait ’til I recovered enough to lift them.
(Yes, Fred COULD take them to the adoption center and get them set up, but I prefer to do it myself.)
Anyway, she said she was sure we could figure something out, and then later she emailed me and said that since I was going to Petsmart to scoop litter boxes and make sure all the cages had food and water (I was filling in for the regular Thursday evening volunteer), I could just bring them with me and get them all set up.
So, I did. Those boys went into the carrier very easily, hardly made a peep on the drive to the store, and were mostly curious about what was going on at the store.
I honestly expected that they’d both run into the litter box and hide immediately upon being put into their cage, but they looked around curiously for a long time.
(And then Steely Dan went into the litter box to hide, while Fagen sat in the cage. I rather expected it to be the other way around!)
They’ve both been given very strict instructions to look super cute (NOT a hard job for them) and to get themselves adopted before the weekend is up!
Send happy adoption thoughts this way, would you?
Steely Dan on the couch; Fagen shooting hate rays from between the couches.
Steely Dan: “I don’t know, it’s kind of nice… Our own food and water, litter box, some cool toys…”
Fagen: :::HATE:::
Steely Dan: “I think I’m going to go hide in the litter box.”
Fagen: :::HATE:::
(Fagen was hating because I had just snuggled and kissed him, then removed a few eye boogers from his eye. O the indignity!)
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This boy right here? He’s 3 pounds, 7 ounces of pure needy love. You come into the room, you pet him. ONLY him. You try to pet one of his sisters and he WILL NOT HAVE THAT.
Did I mention that these guys are enjoying the heck out of their brand new Ham-Mick?
They really are.
Seriously!
Also comes in handy when the fightin’ urge strikes. You can fight in comfort!
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Why so serious? (Jake the lunatic.)
Feb 05, 2010 | | Magnolias, Permanent Residents, Steely Dan & Fagen
