Look, look! It’s TC and Jethro. Remember these sweet, happy faces? Could they possibly look ANY happier? Because I don’t think so!
Mal, our absolutely amazing patriarch. Near death from an URI when we adopted him–from the Humane Society so it’s lucky we got him before his symptoms became too obvious–he’s the calmest, most canine like cat ever. He sleeps on Marc’s pillow at night, only occasionally moving in order to better sneeze in Marc’s face, has accepted with love every kitten we’ve brought into the home and was best friends with Rufio…they used to play patty cake every morning. Boy did he mourn Rufio! Right now he’s all like, “can’t you tell I’m dehydrated?” Like we don’t have four fountains in the house and numerous water vessels in the laundry room!
You can follow those boys and their brothers and sisters on Instagram at MaltheTux, too!
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it, but I actually have a schedule written on the calendar so that each permanent resident gets a turn at being featured at the end of these posts. I usually write the names (roughly in order of when they were added to as permanent residents, from Miz Poo all the way down the list to Dennis or, y’know, whoever) a couple of months at a time. Today’s scheduled permanent resident was Corbie, and so here are the very last pictures I took of him, probably a few days before he died. Wasn’t he the most gorgeous boy?
2014: “Go ‘way, lady,” says Angelo.
2013: No entry.
2012: Oh my god! Corbie! WATCH OUT! HE’LL CRUSH YOU! Corrrrrrrrrrbieeeeeeeeeeeee!
2011: I hereby officially give up. Corbie and Reacher will not be making the journey to Petsmart again.
2010: For the first few days, the cats were literally standing in line to lay on the Ham-Mick.
2009: Rumba likes to drag the feather toy around, while Samba chases the end of the stick.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.