Sunday night went so well (with no angry messages from the permanent residents) that we decided to keep Meadow here ’til Friday, which is when Paulie is slated to go back to Petsmart. She gives him someone to play with, so that hopefully he won’t annoy the big cats TOO much.
Meadow and Paulie Walnuts cannot, for the life of them, figure out WHY they can’t go into the foster room. I mean, that’s where they always got their bedtime crunchies, and they’re accustomed to going in there, getting their crunchies, and being shut in for the night, that’s how we did it for weeks and weeks. So now when I go into the foster room and shut the door, it confuses them like crazy. They sit outside the door and howl and howl. Yesterday, he barreled into the room before I could stop him.
Bunnie is not a fan of little kittens in what she perceives as HER space, so she just sat there and hissed at him (the other three didn’t really pay any attention to him). He is deaf to hisses and growls from big kitties, so he just ignored her as he ran around the room, sniffing every single toy until I scooped him up and took him out with me. I’m sure he’ll attempt to get in there again.
2012: That stripey boy can FLY.
2011: I just got the word – BUSTER WAS ADOPTED TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2010: “Santa! I been good! No, really!”
2009: From us and all of ours, to you and all of yours, wishes for a happy, safe, healthy holiday!!!!
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2007: No entry.
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2005: No entry.