The kittens are doing well – everyone’s playing, everyone’s eating, everyone’s gaining weight (though Wild Bill Hickok would like the world to know that he’s being starved TO DEATH and he would like this situation rectified immediately. Pay no attention to the fact that he gained 3 ounces in 2 days.)
To be honest, it doesn’t actually seem like 15 kittens in that room – it seems like maybe 10. Except when I’m medicating them, and then it seems like 142. (I kid – it only takes about 20 minutes to medicate them all, and most of that time is double-checking my chart to be sure the dose is right and then tracking down the correct kitten.)
2019: JoJo’s having a snuggle with Auntie Kat.
2018: Paws up, y’all!
2017: Kitten ears: it’s what’s for dinner.
2016: No entry.
2015: “::sigh:: Really, lady? We not done with the camera yet?”
2014: “Am having quiet time, lady. You go ‘way.”
2013: “I spy with my little eye a lady who desperately needs a manicure.”
2012: Petey and Thistle, doin’ the snuggle thang.
2011: No entry.
2010: “HEY! HI! WHAT YOU DOIN’ OVER THERE?!”
2009: “How YOU doin’?”
2008: I swear that every time a foster cat’s stay with us draws near to a close, they get unbearably cuter and sweeter.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.