Thank you all so much for your kind words about Frankie, as well as Kara. Having them go within 24 hours of each other is one thing we hadn’t dealt with before (even in our worst year, 2015, in which we lost Corbie, Miz Poo, Sugarbutt, Tommy and our Great Pyr Gracie, we had a couple of days to breathe between losses). The cats all seem fine, though on Sunday when Jake stood up to look into the bed on the recliner where Frankie spent a large portion of his last days, it nearly broke our hearts. (Jake didn’t seem lost or sad, just like he was double-checking.)
Jake is the one cat all our other cats (well, except Archie) tolerate. He has a definitely friendship with Khal, and has been spending a lot of time hanging out with Newt as well. He and Alice can occasionally be seen playing together (Alice will rub up against him), and while he’d like to be buddies with Dewey, Dewey has decided he prefers to be a bit of a loner.
Of course, we’re still in early days yet, so they may rearrange themselves in some surprising way, you never know. I’ll report any developments as they occur.
These little muffins are two weeks old today, can you believe that? I’ll get their two-week pictures at some point today and post them here tomorrow. Everyone’s got open eyes, everyone’s moving around and starting to explore their space. A couple of them have even shown some interest in escaping the crate (eek!), and I am grateful that Isabella has shown no interest in moving them to another location.
2019: “I DON’T NEED NO STINKIN’ EYEBALLS, LADY!”
2018: No entry.
2017: No entry.
2016: “If I can’t see him, he’s not there!”
2015: Double Open Mouths of Outrage.
2014: 98% ears and whiskers, with a little attitude thrown in.
2013: She swings! She… misses!
2012: No entry.
2011: No entry.
2010: Guess who got to snuggle and kiss and feed a baby tiger?
2009: No entry.
2008: “Well,” I said. “You really hit the trifecta this weekend, didn’t you?”
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.