In case you missed it on the blog this morning, Fleur and Gabrielle are back with us for a little while. Fleur has what appears to be an infected salivary gland, and since I didn’t want to leave Gabrielle alone in a cage, we brought her home too. Luc (who is over on the cat tree in this picture) had fun playing with Gabrielle this morning. Gabrielle is having Issues with Fleur’s fashion choices (and the fact that she smells like the vet), so is a little hissy. And here we thought Fleur was the drama queen. (Fleur’s wearing the cone for now because the vet took a biopsy of the salivary gland, and we don’t want her scratching at her incision. The cone is not slowing her down one tiny bit.) Gabrielle joined us while we were packing boxes to send the auction winners their goods, and I don’t think she stopped kneading for longer than 30 seconds at a time. Every time I turned around she was on Dan or Leslie or Teresa, kneading and kneading and purring like crazy. Both girls are still available for adoption yadda yadda yadda info (at) ffhsv.org if you’re interested.
Fleur’s scheming little face is killing me. She’s like “I will make Gabrielle love me again if it’s the last thing I do!” In case you missed the earlier post, Fleur (in the collar) and Gabrielle are back with us for now because Fleur has an infected salivary gland (the collar is due to a biopsy of said gland and the resultant incision) and because I didn’t want to leave Gabrielle in a cage by herself. (Henri and Josephine are still at Petsmart, in a cage together.)
Fleur’s feelin’ kneady.
“I can haz pettins?” (I would just like to point out here that I took this picture 2 hours ago. I’m not still in bed AT THIS HOUR. Though it was hard to get up with a little purring alien lying on my chest.)
“Auntie Alice is hoggin’ the comfy bed and when I asked if she would share, she called me a bad name!” Poor Luc. It’s a rough, rough life.
Alternate caption, courtesy of Sara on Facebook: Alice Mo/ The Calico/ Sure does hate/ That kitten, yo. (“Hate” might be too strong, but “disapproves of” doesn’t fit.)
Gabrielle’s gonna march on down to Nappin’ Town.
Luc’s face in that last picture, all “Wait. We’re allowed to do that?!” Well no, Luc. You’re NOT. But that doesn’t stop Uncle Archie, who does what he pleases. (In his defense, there were a lot of birds flitting around, and it was very exciting and he just wanted to get closer to the birds without having to be near any icky kittens.)
Gabrielle’s got springs for knees.
Luc has claimed the MEOW bed, so poor sad Gabrielle is left with the box. Poor, poor Gabrielle. (I kid – she was actually in that box before Luc even came in the room. But doesn’t she look offended here? Like “I should get that soft and comfy spot!”?)
Oh Earl the Skwerl. Why you gotta be on that other side of the glass where Luc can’t get you? And why can’t you just eat the sunflower seeds on the windowsill instead of getting in the feeder? Why oh why?
2018: No entry.
2017: Khal has claimed that bed as his own.
2016: Happy Thanksgiving.
2015: “I don’t always lay on this scratcher, but when I do, I bite pieces off of it first and ptui them all over the kitchen floor.”
2014: “The better to slap you with, lady.”
2013: No entry.
2012: No entry.
2011: “Happy. Freakin’. Thanksgiving.”
2010: Have you ever seen a happier cat?
2009: “No! You go away! This are MY lap for snuggling in!”
2008: “Friends, Romans, countrycats, lend me your ears…”
2006: No entry.
2005: THEY ARE HOLDING PAWS!