In case you missed it…
On Saturday, Aberdeen and Chesnee were adopted separately. The other four were scared when Teresa showed up to clean Saturday evening, but by the time they left, they were climbing all over her, Charleston was (of course) yelling at her, and Raleigh was sitting smugly in her lap. I’d be shocked if the other four are unadopted by this weekend – we’ll see (and of course I’ll be sure to let y’all know.)
Regarding Giving Tuesday, which I harassed y’all about last week – I just wanted to take a moment to say THANK YOU again to those of you who donated, and those of you who shared the link. All told, between donations made via the Razoo link and donations made directly to Challenger’s House, just over $3,000 was raised, and that money was very much needed, very much appreciated – and y’all are THE VERY BEST. Thank you so so much!!
In Friday’s post, I shared Holly’s question about toys for dogs, and as a thank you, she said I could post a picture of the puppy in question. Her name is Gypsy, and check out this little face. Isn’t she ADORABLE?
The Carolinas have, of course, gone off to Petsmart, but I do – OF COURSE – still have pictures of them to share, at least through the end of the week. Those little monkeys sure are photogenic!
Charleston (left) and Iva. I was trying to lure all of them up on the bed for a final family portrait, but had no luck. Sweet miss Abby was coming to see what was going on, and way there in the back, Chesnee couldn’t be bothered.
When the kittens were with us, if we had to give them dewormer or any kind of medicine, I’d put them on the top shelf, give them the medicine, and then give them a treat. I would keep the treats in a little pile on top of the condo, right where Abby is in this picture. I had to start keeping the treats in my pocket, because guess who figured out where the treats were, and would sneak up to eat them while I was distracted? Too smart for her own good, that girl.
Dustin has warmed up a bit. He still isn’t approaching Fred asking to be petted, but he isn’t hiding, and he isn’t cringing away. Saturday night around 11:00, I could hear noises upstairs, and looked on the camera to see that Dustin was playing like crazy. He did that for half an hour or so, tossing toys in the air, batting at balls, racing back and forth. Fred went in with the feather teaser and got him to play a bit. He’s certainly not the scaredest cat we’ve had, so hopefully he’ll decide that humans aren’t so bad, and will turn into a lap kitty.
2015: No entry.
2014: This is Archie.
2013: The Sopranos, 3 months old.
2012: Dandelion went off to her new home just fine.
2011: SO stressed.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Every time I look at him, I want to squeeze the stuffing out of him.
2007: “We should do Stinky,” Fred said.
2006: I’m telling y’all, this is the MOST mellow cat I’ve ever seen in my life.
2005: No entry.