When one moves into previously occupied home, there are always little oddities. In this house, there’s this hook in the ceiling of the foster room. I have no idea what it was used for (it looks like a hook where you’d hang a plant, but that seems like an odd location for it), and since – for now – I’m just using things as they are (all the pictures on the wall are using the nails that were already there; as we repaint the house, pictures will be moved, I’m sure), I thought I’d hang this – a felt cat hanging from a balloon, created by local crafter Foxes and Felines – from the hook. I think it’s cute up there, and none of the fosters have given it a second look.
This is a very very short one, but I try to grab these sweet moments when I see them!
Milk bar shenanigans. Watch as the kittens nurse… and occasionally use Molly Marinara as a jungle gym. She’s such a patient mama.
2020: Meeting Uncle Archie.
2019: “GIVE AUNTIE KAT A HUG, LUC!
2018: No entry.
2017: I can’t stand how cute he is!
2016: “I’m not crazy, lady. I’m not going over THERE.”
2015: Phelps has had his bottle, obviously.
2014: She is just the silliest little goofball, this girl.
2013: “YOU LET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW, LADY!”
2012: Saying goodbye to Rupert.
2011: Sights from around Crooked Acres.
2010: He meows, stretches, then goes down the cat tree, meowing the entire way.
2009: Have I mentioned that Sam is a back climber?
2008: Kara & babies.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Yesterday afternoon Rambo and Jodie were snuggled up on the cat bed on my desk, and she sat up and stretched, and then there was this ::fwoomp!::, and she was gone.