I’ve had a few comments and emails about the Swimmers going to Petsmart so close to Halloween. I absolutely understand the concern, but I’m not worried. I completely trust the adoption counselors – after all this time, they are really good at weeding out the danger and they don’t hesitate to stop an adoption if something seems hinky. They know what they’re doing, and I know they wouldn’t adopt out any kitten to someone who means to do them harm.
(And to be honest, I have a hard time believing that someone could get through the adoption interview without raising any red flags and then would also be willing to spend $150 on the adoption fee for a kitten that they then mean to harm.)
They’re headed to Petsmart early on Thursday. I know they’ll do fine, because these might be the most confident kittens I have ever had. Nothin’ scares ’em (except for maybe the vacuum), and hopefully the right people will be along soon.
Speaking of nothing scaring them, I have a story. In front of the storage cabinet in the computer room, I have a Sofa Scram mat. If you step on it, it emits a very loud beep. I got it because someone was fond of spraying against the front of the cabinet. Spraying has been less of an issue in the past few months, but a certain someone (I won’t name names) will still occasionally spray there. Since the storage cabinet is made of that cheap fake-wood stuff that is VERY absorbent, I keep the Sofa Scram pad in front of the cabinet at all times. All of the permanent residents know to stay away from it, because they don’t like that loud beep at all.
The Swimmers will accidentally step on the Sofa Scram mat, and then they just STAND THERE, looking around, all “Wow. Somethin’s spookin’ the cattle!” with big cartoon question marks over their pointy little heads. More than once, I’ve had to go over and lift a kitten off the mat.
Silly kittens and their little marshmallow-Fluff brains.
2014: Her name is Catelyn, and she is floofily fabulous.
2013: No entry.
2012: No entry.
2011: I called my father the “PaParazzi” and then laughed and laughed at my hilarity (the grandkids all call him PaPa.)
2010: And Miz Poo smacked him with the Paw o’ Doom.
2009: Her daughter was holding a box. Of kittens. Tiny kittens.
2008: “Is that… are they EATING something?”
2007: No entry.
2006: I hope you people who wanted to know what happens when Maddy’s sleeping on the printer and I need to print something out are happy, because you’re all going to hell.
2005: There is nothing on god’s green earth that makes Sugarbutt happier than eating.