I bought that dishpan to replace Corbie’s box (which is made of cardboard) because it was getting pretty beat-up and I figured something that could be washed would work better. But the dishpan is smaller than Corbie’s box and the sides are higher, and Corbie won’t even think about touching it. The kittens, however, think it is THE BOMB. (Corbie now has a replacement cardboard box. I’ve learned my lesson.)
Yes, that’s Joe Pickle (at the bottom of the steps). He reminds me SO MUCH of Rhyme (from The Bookworms), not only in looks, but also personality.
On Saturday, Fred spotted Joe outside the fence. As soon as Joe saw Fred, he climbed back over the fence into the back yard and then ran into the house. This means that Joe is now sporting a Collar of Shame to prevent him from escaping the back yard. (Thank god we have extra collars that work with the electric fence.)
Polly, at the top of the cat tree that the awesome Katherine gave to us! Her cats weren’t using it, so she offered it to us. I knew it was an awesome, sturdy tree, so I said “YES!” before she could get the words out, practically. (Okay, maybe not so much – she offered it an email, but you know what I mean.) Anyway, the cats think it’s awesome – and the cat tree that was in the guest bedroom (where that cat tree is now), we moved up to the foster room. And I still have a cat tree in my room, which is good because Miz Poo likes to hang out on it.
Um. We have a lot of cat trees, I guess. But they all get lots of use!
Also, I know it looks like Polly is squatting there like she’s being a bad girl and peeing on the cat tree, but she wasn’t – she’s a GOOD girl, and she was just holding her tail up because she was happy.
Thistle, Percy, and Dandelion. I spread that blanket out on top of the bookcase because they like to hang out up there and any cat beds I put up there eventually get knocked onto the floor. The blanket, however, stays in place and it’s quite popular.
Okay, now for the news. It’s time. Yes, that time. On Friday, I’ll be taking Percy, Petey, Joe, and Magoo to Petsmart. I’ll be leaving them there, and bringing Dingwall Scotty, Sungold, and Mr. Stripey home with me. Those three ‘Maters have been at Petsmart for a long time, and they really need a break.
Polly is staying here with us until one of the boy Pickles is adopted, whereupon I’ll take her to Petsmart to join her remaining brothers.
I swear that taking Magoo to Petsmart is absolutely going to kill me. It doesn’t help that Fred is all for keeping him (though he’s reasonable and is going along with whatever I decide, thankfully). We absolutely cannot add another permanent resident to the house. I know, I know, y’all are like “What’s one more?!”, but trust me. No. We tried justifying it every way we could think of (“We should make it a rule that any kitten who almost dies in our arms is a keeper!” being the most interesting), but we’re at our – MY – limit. If we were to keep him, there’s just no way we could keep fostering too, so there you go.
I’m going to hate giving him up. This is going to be NO. FUN. AT. ALL.
But, hey. We’ll get to see Dingwall Scotty and Mr. Stripey and Sungold again, so that’ll be fun, right?
A video for you! (I’ll be posting one every day for the rest of the week to clear them off my “to be posted” folder.) This is what happens when I turn the Bolt Laser toy on. The kittens (and Jake!) know the sound and come running.