Pancho is a little goofball. And SUCH a snuggler. When I go into the foster room and sit on the floor, he climbs into my lap immediately.
The bros. Pancho, left, and Hermano, right.
Three of the four. But their eyes are closed, so I don’t know who’s who! (Tonight, I buy collars.)
Hermano, left, and Sofia, right.
These kittens, I swear, have got the softest, silkiest fur. It’s such a pleasure to pet them! I mean, it’s always a pleasure to pet kittens, but these guys are especially pleasurable to pet.
Tonight, Sofia goes to her new home! I think she’ll be happy with her new parents and her new brother. It was nice to have her here, even though it was for such a short amount of time.
The feral (who pretty much has a name, if Fred gets his way. We’re negotiating.) is doing well. He was tested yesterday and is negative (yay!). Right now he’s living in Fred’s bedroom during the day and in the downstairs bathroom at night. He’s scared and skittish, but also playful and likes to be petted. He SO did not care for his bath yesterday afternoon, but he was terribly stinky and covered in flea dirt, so he desperately needed it.
Corbett, on the tree in the front room.
Looking up at Stinkerbelle, who pretty much lives on top of the bookcase next to the cat tree.
Rhyme, about to fall off. Does he care? Not in the slightest.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: How nice it is to do nothing and then rest afterwards.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.