Twice a week I clean the kitten room including vacuuming and mopping. The easiest way for me to mop is to put the kittens in their crate once everything else is done, and then mop. Yeah, it’s a tight squeeze, but it’s only for 10 minutes while the floor dries. And they’re none the worse for wear, as you can see. (I expected to get them more EXPLODING out of the crate, but I’d call that more of a meander.)
Wild times in the kitten room. Zoom zoom zoom!
Every evening at bed time, Fred holds Charlie up so that he can bat at the ceiling fan pull. It’s Charlie’s favorite part of the day.
There’s a whole lotta tail chewing going on. (Buffalo Bill, Snowcone and Candy Apple.)
We voted with the support of all 15 Vittles! (In the interest of full disclosure, I voted weeks ago via mail before the Vittles were even in residence. As a mail-in voter, I didn’t get a sticker, which is incredibly unfair if you ask me. That sticker is from a previous election.)
A lap full of purring kittens is what this day calls for. (And Pretzel is very demanding.)
Tossing toys for kittens. Look at ’em GO!
Funnel Cake gets up on his pedestal to let y’all know that apparently when you vote by mailing in your ballot, you don’t get an “I voted” sticker (at least not here in Alabama where we are), and this does not seem fair to any of us. He’ll be running in 2024 on a “STICKERS FOR EVERYONE” platform. Also on his platform: daily naps.
Please admire Onion Ring (and also Tater Tot.)
Play time in the kitten. Crazy little muffins.
Middle of the night stroll down memory lane? Don’t mind if I do! Say hi to fosters #79&80, Rumba (back) and her sister Samba. They were with us mid-January to early March, 2009. They came to us as little scaredy-cats, but by the time they left they were seeking our attention with confidence. They went to Petsmart and were adopted, but I’m not sure (it’s been 11+ years) whether they were adopted together or not.
Say hi to fosters #81-87, who we fostered in March – May 2009. I gave them old-fashioned names and called them collectively “The Seven.” Because there were 7 of them, see? They were the kittens belonging to a mother cat who evaded capture. They were about 7 weeks old, but Beulah (center of the line) was only 8 ounces and she remained tiny (but mighty) during her stay. They were a friendly bunch and headed off to Petsmart after a couple of months, where they were all adopted.
I told someone like a week ago that I’d post a picture of former foster (from 2009) Hydrox, and then I immediately forgot. But then I remembered! Better late than never, right? Hydrox was a black and white tuxie with 4 siamese-mix siblings. They were small and delicate, and he was muscular and heavy as a brick. We named the entire litter after cookies, and since “Oreo” had been used approximately a zillion times, we went with Hydrox for his name. Fred called him “Hydro X” and said that was his superhero name. I called him “Brick Brickman,” which is clearly the name of a news anchor. He was a personable guy (the whole litter had tons of personality) and is one of the fosters Fred can actually still name to this day.
I swear, if I had half the energy these kittens do…
Annie Oakley sure does have a lot to say lately.
Jake and Charlie: the bromance.
Buffalo Bill’s keeping an eye on the clock (and wishing time would move faster!) The Forgotten Felines of Huntsville auction starts in just FIFTEEN MINUTES! Don’t miss out! (And yes, you do need to have a Facebook account to take part.)
2019: Archie felt judged, put on his Ears of Annoyance, and raced away.
2018: And now you’ve met Tank!
2017: Who’s going to disturb all those melted kittens? Not I!
2016: It’s a sleepy Raleigh pie.
2015: No entry.
2014: “I recommends you stop pointing that phone at me, lady. The ears don’t get much more annoyanced than this.”
2013: “Uhhhhh… nothin’. Just sitting here NOT making fun of the way you derpy-doo around on two feet.”
2012: Are you seeing the looniness in Magoo?
2011: “Dude. Your toenails are UP MY NOSE!”
2010: Then one evening, the cats got together and had a newspaper-shredding party.
2009: At one point, I had six or seven cats gathered around me, watching in fascination as the plastic dragonfly flapped and flapped.
2008: No entry.
2007: Talk about your come-hither look!
2006: Y’all just shut UP. We do NOT have eight cats.
2005: “What can I do to convince you to adopt Sugarbutt?”