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Thank you all so much for your kind, thoughtful, wonderful words about Corbie. We miss him an awful lot, but are starting to adjust to his absence. The other cats seem to have adjusted pretty well, though I think Jake misses his partner in crime.

I found some pictures of him on the memory stick in my camera, and I’ll share those in a future post.

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If you haven’t been checking the Love & Hisses Facebook page, or looked over there in the sidebar, then you don’t know that this has happened:

Sookie went home on Saturday the 17th, then Lita and Stevie were adopted last Tuesday (to separate homes). Lizzy was actually adopted Friday night, but then returned on Sunday; it just sounds like it wasn’t a good fit.

I have pictures of all the girls from before they went off to Petsmart, which I’m sharing with you today and tomorrow.


Lita on the cat tree platform, minding her own business. Then suddenly Molly comes up from the floor to be all ::SLAP::


“Ha ha! You can’t reach me!”


Lizzy, hanging in her favorite hidey hole.


Molly, the little poser, and her six-foot tail.


“Hey! I’m in the wall basket! And you’re not! Ha ha!”


Leapin’ Molly. I love the way her tail is curled at the end.


I can tell by the look on Lita’s face that that playset is going DOWN.


Lizzy in her goin’-to-town finery.


Stevie and Pat and the Open Mouth of Outrage.


Stevie, trying to fight back.


“Hmph.”

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Are you ready to meet the new guys?

Here we go!


Paul Simon (right) and Garfunkel (left).

(I would have simply named them Simon and Garfunkel, but there have been several Simons at Challenger’s House, so to make things easier I went with Paul Simon. I’ll just refer to him as Simon here on the blog, though.)

They came from the same apartment complex as Jethro, TC, Lizzy and Molly, and are actually a week to 10 days older, so they’re almost five months old. They were born to a different mother than the other litter, but it’s very likely that they share the same father. Personality-wise, Garfunkel reminds me very much of Lizzy, and Simon is like a mix of Lizzy and TC, with some Jethro thrown in.

Neither of them has Molly’s hissy princess personality. I heard a very slight hiss from Garfunkel during the first couple of days here (I think I startled him), but he promptly looked embarrassed by his own behavior.

They are lovebugs, and less than 24 hours after they came here, they were coming to me and actively seeking out being petted. If I didn’t know they’d been living outside until the night before they came to me, I’d never ever have guessed it. They are definitely well socialized kittens.

They’re going off to be neutered/id chipped today, and then it’s just a matter of treating their parasites and waiting out the time for their last vaccinations, and giving and getting lots and lots of snuggles.

You know how much I hate the snuggles.


Simon, less than 24 hours after arriving at Crooked Acres. “Stop talking, lady, and keep rubbin’ the belleh.”


He’s an air kneader. They both are!


Garfunkel reminds me a lot of Stompers. I think it’s the eyes.


Playful boy.


::thlurrrp::


Not the greatest picture, but I wanted you to see Simon’s half-tail. It’s not quite as long as Lizzy’s. I’m thinking the partial-tail thing must be a family trait.


“Hallo.”


Silly boy.


Just so smoochable.


“Awww yeah, lady, that’s the spot.”

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Maxi likes to come inside in the morning, curl up in the bed on Fred’s desk, and snooze the day away. Then she wakes up in the afternoon, thinks “WHY AM I IN THIS HORRIBLE HOUSE WITH ALL THESE OTHER CATS?!”, hisses and growls and smacks her way to the door, and demands to go back outside.

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Previously
2014: No entry.
2013: No entry.
2012: Ducks of a feather really DO flock together.
2011: The Box.
2010: She made her angry high-pitched meow, she stomped around, she glared at the basket.
2009: These sisters are so adorable, they kill me!
2008: To our surprise, the owl was still alive when we got home.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.

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