THANK YOU, everyone who bid on (and donated!) items for the Forgotten Felines of Huntsville auction! It ended Saturday evening, and there were so many bids coming through in the last few moments that I thought I was going to keel over from the excitement. (I don’t watch sports, but I imagine this is what watching the superbowl is like – though instead of rooting for one favorite team, I was rooting for EVERYONE!)
The amount of total bids added up to $7,550, which is awesome! That won’t be the total that ends up going to Forgotten Felines (there will be shipping fees and other associated fees), but that is a great number to start from. Given that we’ve got TEN (of just MY) kittens going for spay/neuters tomorrow (and the other 5 in a week), that’s some sorely needed money.
So again, thank you all for your support. It is very much appreciated!
Snowcone’s color is really starting to come in – the faint orangey-cream on his legs is so pretty. I think he looks a little like a lightly toasted marshmallow these days.
Calamity Jane’s enjoying the view. (The next door neighbors have a little dog and the kittens can sometimes see her.)
Clearly there’s nothing more comfortable than dirty laundry.
I think French Fry, Davy Crockett and Funnel Cake were having a meeting I wasn’t invited to.
Annie Oakley has an opinion and she always looks so amused.
I tossed these blankets on the floor because they needed to be washed. Kittens piled on and I thought “Oh, I’ll just leave them there!” Whereupon they never piled on again. Because: kittens.
Hush Puppy, Buffalo Bill, Davy Crockett and Annie Oakley pile on for a snuggle.
Hush Puppy – have I mentioned? – is just so stinkin’ cute.
I took this picture thinking that it would be a good “Auction’s coming to an end! Don’t forget to hit “refresh” often just in case others have bid on the item you want!”… but then I forgot I’d taken it. It’s so darn cute that I’m sharing it even though the auction has ended. (Don’t cry! There’ll be another (smaller) auction in February!)
Davy Crockett’s giving me the Eyes of Betrayal: “I thought we was a Tide family!” Well, we ain’t. We’re a Persil family… at least until I get a wild hair and decide to change it up. Then we might be a Tide family!
Archie would like you to admire that he, himself, is a fine figure of a mancat. Khal and Charlie and Jake and Newt and Dewey aren’t the only hunky mencat in this here domicile.
2019: No entry.
2018: “LITTLE MUFFINHEADED KITTEN, I HAVE ADDED 10,000 TOY MICE TO YOUR SHOPPING LIST. WOULD YOU LIKE A FEATHER TEASER AS WELL AND TO HAVE EVERYTHING SHIPPED OVERNIGHT?”
2017: No entry.
2016: Wahhh! Raleigh is DA BAYBEE!
2015: Myrtle Beach sunrise.
2014: No entry.
2013: Toof check!
2012: All the girl fosters in one bed.
2011: Don’t you want to slap me?
2010: He’s one long cat!
2009: Someone commented yesterday that Gus looks like he might be made solely of lint.
2008: No entry.
2007: The concerned “What is SHE doing?!” look on Deuce’s face is cracking me up.
2006: No entry.
2005: A rare shot of all six of them.