8-27-19 Tuesday

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In case you missed it on Facebook/Instagram yesterday, Jacques and Francois were returned on Friday. (I know we all want to hike up our judgey pants on this topic, but let’s not, okay? It was a very difficult decision for the adopter, and she was very sad to bring them back. So let’s be kind.)


You might be surprised (NOT) to hear that Francois is still Da BAYbee and he doesn’t mind talking about it.


SERIOUSLY.

Friday night we settled the boys in the guest bedroom and shut the door. Katriane, who took this as a personal offense, waited until I was about to walk into the room, and then she SHOT through the door.

“I WANNA SEE WHAT’S GOING ON IN HERE!” she declared.

She looked at Jacques. She looked at Francois. She looked at me.

“What’s the big deal?” she asked.

Saturday morning, we let the boys out of the guest bedroom. They eventually made their way into the foster room, and…? No reaction at all from Margeaux. No reaction from the little kittens. As far as everyone was concerned, those boys had just stepped into the other room for a minute and were back. ZERO reaction. The only time I’ve seen any floofing at all is when Jacques went gallumphing across the room to grab a toy, and startled Fleur (who is prone to floofing anyway.)

Margeaux’s having a good time roughhousing with them, the boys are having a good time roaming the rest of the upstairs, but tend to spend the majority of their time in the foster room. They play with the little kittens, and the little kittens have started snuggling up to them. I put Jacques and Francois in the guest bedroom at night and then Fred lets them out first thing in the morning. So far, so good!


Couldn’t you just squeeze him?


Francois coming into the foster room, greeted by Beauregard.


Beauregard looks especially tiny here.


Jacques is absolutely crazypants about that trackball toy.


Impressed by Fleur’s climbing skills.


Jacques is an excellent BrotherUncleCousinFriend.


The look of adoration on Luc’s face as he looks at Francois is killing me dead.


Little flirt.


“What doin’, lady? Still weird, I see.” (Francois and Henri.)


Katriane and Francois.


Gabrielle and Francois have a snuggle.


Jacques and Fleur.

So Jacques and Francois will stay here with us for the time being; they’re certainly no trouble. If you’re interested in adopting these two boys (they’ve got to be adopted together – we won’t split them up, they’re BFFs), you can email Forgotten Felines of Huntsville at info (at) ffhsv.org

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Newt does love his catnip. (This picture must be from several months ago – that catnip plant is NOT happy these days. This was a brutal summer, and the catnip is half dead. Hopefully it’ll rebound once the weather cools down a tiny bit.)

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Previously
2018: “Did they see them, lady? Did they see my toes?”
2017: I kind of feel like they were gossiping about me.
2016: No entry.
2015: Pattypan thinks the Leg o’ Spitz is particularly tender and tasty today.
2014: When George looks this happy, there’s always a snack involved.
2013: Da Bird-ing with the Starks and Norbie.
2012: “AM BOSS OF YOOO. FEAR ME.”
2011: No entry.
2010: Every mancat needs some pink floof in his life.
2009: So we have our solution and we’re ready to move ahead!
2008: At least she’s got Zoe and Kaylee to keep her company and to play with.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.

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