I picked up a bunch more holiday cards last week, scanned them, and posted them in the album over at Flickr. I’ll add more as I receive them. Have I mentioned that you guys give good cards? You really do!
I intend to do a breakdown of how many cards I sent out this year, and the various countries they went to, but didn’t get around to putting that together this weekend because I was super busy napping, snuggling kittens, and generally being lazy. I’m aiming to get that all put together for next Monday’s post.
On New Year’s Eve, I was hanging out in the kitten room with the fosters. The camera on my phone was set on “panoramic”, which I did not realize, and so when I took a picture of Shelton, it came out like this:
I laugh every single time I look at that picture. You may have already seen it, since I posted it on Instagram/Facebook/Tumblr, but I wanted to make sure everyone saw it. (And yes, at some point I probably need to reinstate the Weekly Roundup posts on Saturdays!)
The most popular comparison was to Picasso, but someone referred to him as a Fluffy Flounder, which cracked me up, too.
For comparison purposes, this is what he looks like when the camera is set properly.
I realized, as I was doing the links at the bottom of this post, that it was five years ago today that I introduced y’all to Alice (who had actually been with us for a few weeks at that point – but we were concerned about the size of her stomach and worried that she might have FIP, so I waited until we knew she was okay to introduce her). It was NINE years ago that I brought Joe Bob (then named Moonman) and his sister Moondance home from Petsmart to give them a break from the cage. They ultimately went back to Petsmart, and were adopted separately. Joe Bob was returned for a reason I don’t remember, and the end of January 2008, we adopted him after we lost Spot.
The other evening, I was sitting in the foster room with the Coaches, and we all heard Fred coming to the door (we always sit with the kittens for a while before bed). Shelton ran right over and waited for the door to open.
When Fred came into the room, he was not alone.
Eventually, Stefan went over to sit by Fred (who is not, as it appears, naked in this picture. Fred wears shorts and t-shirts all year, no matter how cold it is. I, on the other hand, wear long pants and long-sleeved t-shirts all year, no matter how warm it is). Stefani took the opportunity to sniff Stefan’s tail.
This was about the time Stefan reached his “NOPE” limit, and asked to go back out. The kittens spent the next hour sniffing every spot in the room Stefan had touched.
Speaking of the Coaches, Pharrell (who pretty much immediately gained the nickname King Nubbs of Nubbington – Nubbs for short) is doing well. He’s got a few more days on meds before he’ll be able to go in with the other Coaches, so for now this is his castle:
I bring him into my room and shut the door several times a day. At first, he’d slide off the bed and go hide. Then, he saw the toys and he’d go play with them. Now, he’ll slide off the bed, play for a while, and then jump back up for love and petting. He’s still a bit skittish, but he LOVES to be snuggled.
Though I didn’t get any pictures, yesterday evening while he was running around my room playing, Adele started smacking at the door and whining to be let in. (That girl cannot abide a closed door.) I let her in, and she did as I expected: got floofy and overdramatic and hissy. Nubbs just stared at her, then went off to play by himself. She got over the drama pretty quickly, and after a little while they were both on the cat tree playing Slappy Paws. In another day or so, I’ll take him upstairs and let him meet the rest of his adopted litter. He can’t go in with them full-time until he’s done with his meds, but as long as they don’t share a litter box, he can meet them.
Video! Just a short one. In this one, Shelton’s got the hippity-skips. Of special note is the bit at the end where he’s walking away from Stefani, realizes there’s something there, and does a subtle tippytoe-jump.
These two will be headed off to Petsmart soon – tomorrow, I think. It would be great if they were adopted together, but it’s not something I’d insist on. They both play well with all the other cats in the house (the ones who will play, that is – basically, Stefan and Jake). It would be nice if I added Pink to the sidebar before they head off, wouldn’t it? Hopefully I’ll get that done today!
2014: No entry.
2013: “Dat my straw, lady, you don’t touch, okay?”
2012: She climbs up there and is like “I’m sure you were wondering where I was!”
2011: Meet Alice.
2010: I’m still not going to talk about it yet because I don’t want to jinx it into not happening, but I wanted to make sure y’all know about it in advance so you’re not caught by surprise!
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: The boy – Moonman – was perfectly willing to get into the cat carrier, but the girl – Moondance – did NOT want to get into the carrier, and I had to chase her down and wrestle her into the carrier.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.