A visit from Uncle Charlie.
Sammy didn’t floof until he realized that Nikki and Barry had floofed, and then he was all “Oh man, I didn’t realize this was a formal occasion!” and quickly put on his suit.
Speaking of kittens and strangers, we had men working in the house yesterday, replacing the air ducts in the attic. At one point they were looking for something and went into the foster room, and I heard one of them say, with amazement, “There are a bunch of kittens in here!” He stayed in the room after the other two men had left, and tried to pet a kitten, but the kittens were having none of it (he was wearing boots, and they were pretty loud, which I think the kittens did not care for.) They’ll be back again today (and tomorrow, most likely), so I’ll be interested to see if there are any more kitten room visits. (Hey, it’s fine with me – the more the kittens see strangers, the better it’ll be in the long run.)
If you’ve seen the pillow on the couch in the foster room with this picture on it, you might be wondering who that kitty is (a lot of people assume it’s Jake even though – and I say this with love – Jake could never carry off that hat the way Mister Boogers did.) That is actually Mister Boogers (though with the feathered hat on, I refer to him as Granny Boogers), who passed away in 2009. He was a true character, and though he looked and acted like he hated everything and everyone, in truth he was a total lovebug with a soft heart. He would have hated (and then loved) all the fosters we’ve had in the years since he left us. I think he’d particularly approve of Carli’s skeptical little face. ❤️
Carli Calcium (the gray classic tabby) and her sister Ruthy (the brown ticked tabby with the pink collar) have been the most skeptical about being friends with me. It’s not always a straight journey from scared to friendly, but we are making definite progress. When they first came to me a month ago, Carli and Ruthy wanted nothing to do with me, would run, wouldn’t let me pet them. Today I can pet them and (as you’ll see in videos later today) they’ve decided I’m really not so bad. This video is of me petting Carli (in the puffy bed) and Ruthy (in the pink pie plate). (This video is from the middle of last week.)
To continue the video from earlier (where I was petting Carli and Ruthy), here’s one of me putting Carli in my lap and petting her. She’s come a long way since they first came home with me – I used to have to chase her around to pick her up and pet her for a few minutes before setting her free. Here, she walks over close to me, doesn’t fight me picking her up, and stays on my leg for a decent amount of time. (This video was made three days ago.)
This video was made two days ago – and it’s Carli, climbing into my lap on her own. Considering that when the kittens and their mother first came to me (about a month ago) she wanted absolutely nothing to do with me, this is so awesome to see. She’s decided she wants to be friends, petting is awesome, and the lady who brings the food isn’t that bad. Yay, Carli! (She consistently climbs into my lap when I sit down now … if she’s not too busy playing, that is.)
2020: Annie Oakley always looks so SUSPICIOUS.
2019: No entry.
2018: “LOOKIT MY TEEF AND FEAR ME.”
2017: Hubble looks at me and asks “HOW is this HAPPENING?!”
2016: Kittens from above.
2015: No entry.
2014: No entry.
2012: Fred laughed and said “God, he was SO UGLY.” Which, exCUSE me, offensive! Hmph.
2011: Alice may be all grown up, but she still plays like a kitten!
2010: Please do not be jealous of my fancy photo studio.
2009: “I heard they was servin’ chocolate pudding at the Senior Center. Outta my WAY!”
2008: No entry.
2007: “Um, NO. There is NO ROOM on the platform, so move away. MOVE AWAY, I say!”
2006: No entry.