The time has come, my friends. Tomorrow evening, the Sopranos kittens will be going to Petsmart, to join Livia, who STILL hasn’t been adopted. I’ll be bringing 4 older kittens (6 – 7 months old) with me, to give them a break from being at Petsmart.
(I have a ton of Sopranos pictures that I took over the weekend, though, so you’ll be seeing them until the end of the week.)
The house is going to be SO quiet without them here!
Paulie went up on top of the bookcase, showing off his dirty toes (the white fur on his feet is dirty looking due to the activated charcoal I use in the litter boxes.)(And yes, I know you probably wouldn’t have noticed that if I hadn’t said anything, but I noticed it!)
Every evening, Maxi asks to come inside. We always let her in (she’s allowed in whenever she wants, of course). She climbs into the cat bed on Fred’s desk.
“This will do,” she says, and dozes for a while.
Then, inevitably, either Corbie or Jake gets all creepy and interested in the fact that she’s in the house, and they do this.
Maxi can only handle it for so long before she stomps back to the door and demands to be let out. She is, every single day, 100% horrified and appalled that THERE ARE OTHER CATS IN THIS HOUSE, and she tells us to GET RID OF THEM before her next visit OR ELSE, and then out the door she goes.
2012: No entry.
2011: I wonder how much cat pee Jack and Donna Wright have in their house right now. I bet it’s measurable in the gallons.
2010: Reacher prefers to stay warm inside with Tommy.
2009: I’m pretty sure Mike has springs inside his legs. That boy can BOUNCE.
2008: No entry.
2007: An afternoon in the life of Sugarbutt.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.