I completely spaced on mentioning this in Friday’s post: the Squash Bugs came through their spays and neuter surgeries just fine. I got them home Thursday evening, and I’m pretty sure they had no idea anything had even been done to them. They’re all set to go to Petsmart tomorrow – and I’ll be sad to see them go, but hopeful that they’ll all be adopted quickly.
The Swimmers will be headed for their spay and neuters next week, and then when space permits, they’ll be off to Petsmart, too.
After they race around, they like to pile up on the little tree in front of the window where Tommy used to lay. Here are Ambercup, Spitz, Phelps and Calabash. I think they could fit one more kitten in there if they really wanted to.
Over the weekend, I got out the playpen I bought to use when the Swimmers were little. I set it up in my room, and on Saturday and Sunday I put the BeeBees in there during the day. At feeding time, I shut the door and let them run around my room. At night, after their last feeding, I put them in the bathtub in my bathroom (I’m sure they’d like to stay in the playpen overnight, but I wouldn’t be able to sleep with them in the same room, peeping and complaining).
2014: No entry.
2013: The Sopranos are one month old!
2012: “You get away from that string, that is MY string, and you are not invited to share it!”
2010: There needs to be a feather boa involved.
2009: And how can you put down a sleeping kitten? (You can’t.)
2008: No entry.
2007: I don’t think it’s possible to take a bad picture of Elle.
2006: Warning: cat cannot hold her licker.
2005: “Who, me? No, I wasn’t going to climb into the fireplace. Nope, not me!”