If you’ve been checking out the posts from this time last year, you know that a year ago we had the litter known as The Players, which included this gorgeous fella:
That, of course, is Orlando, who was voted Biggest Ears, Longest Legs & Longest Tail EVER. He was adopted by Teresa, who is always okay with me stealing her pictures to post updates. Here are some recent pictures of that silly boy.
“Why eat from the little dish up there, when I can eat from the full trough down here?!?!!”. I thought Pickles was watching in disapproval, until she moved to the trough as soon as he left! And Missie is there in case of crumb spillage… Yea, new food is still a winner!
“Mommy Training Step #2 – Complete… She now knows that EVERY time she opens the door to our room, I WILL fly in ahead of her and PARK just like this… I MUST play with Da Bird…!! She usually opens the door and extracts the incredible toy so we have special play time. If not, I get the usual pettins and giggles… Odd human, but she is mine, and trains well…”
I think they were watching Rosie do something dog-crazy… I was zooming in, so I wouldn’t get too close & make them move, so I ended up with blurriness… But they were SO beautifully intent on their stare, I had to capture it.
Thank you so much for the great pictures, Teresa. Every time I see that silly boy’s face, it makes me grin. I remember being so worried that he’d never get himself adopted, only to have him end up in the perfect home! I love it. 🙂
After I mentioned the other day that I think Garfunkel’s going to be a big kitty, Byron sent me this picture:
Thought you might like to see where he came from. We call this guy Big Daddy, because he is one of the biggest I have seen in a long time. Yes, that’s Auntie next to him. He is much larger than it appears in the picture due to his angle to the camera but look at the size of that head.
That is definitely one big ol’ blockheaded Tomcat! (Thanks for the picture, Byron!)
So, I opened the door to the foster room to give Simon and Garfunkel the run of the upstairs. They reacted by refusing to go anywhere near the door, except for a few instances where Simon slunk out into the hallway, sniffed the humidifier, and slunk back into the room. It always takes a few days for fosters to get curious enough to leave the room and explore, so they’re right on track.
2014: Please note that Mariette is laying right across Orlando’s head. And she doesn’t care if he likes it or not!
2013: Annnnd did I mention that she’s pregnant? (HA – no she wasn’t!)
2012: Mr. Chewy wishes you luck.
2011: No entry.
2010: Too bad the vet has a no-operating-on-humans policy. Or I assume she does, anyway.
2009: I am only so strong, you know!
2008: I don’t have to be loved by ALL my cats, but if he comes looking for love tonight, I don’t know that there will be any love to SHARE.
2007: “Did someone say ‘snackin’ time’?”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.