Mimosa went home yesterday morning (I kid you not when I tell you she pretty much climbed into the carrier on her own. I just had to poke her a little to get her all the way in, and then zipped it closed.) That girl was ready to GO.
Today’s post contains the last of the pictures I took of her.
The kittens were bugging her, so she jumped up here and then said “I could probably hang out comfortably up here if you didn’t keep stacking stuff up here instead of putting it away.” (She is so right.)
The kittens have adjusted fine to her absence – they were a little whiny right after she left, and I thought “Oh, they miss her!” Turns out that because I’d fed them a very light breakfast (I didn’t want Mimosa to get sick on the drive home), they were hungry. Once fed, they raced around and played, and then took long afternoon naps. In the evening, they walked around looking a little puzzled, like they knew something was different but they weren’t sure what.
Kittens always adjust really well when their mothers leave, and I don’t expect these guys to be any different.
Hooray, hooray, Mimosa has been adopted and is headed home to Nashville right now! She joins a family that includes three other sweet kitties. Her new family is not sure whether they’ll have a page for her or not, but will let us know. And her name will remain Mimosa!
Happy life, sweet girl! ❤️
The kittens are having a good time (and I can’t believe I successfully tossed that toy to Clover!)
My office assistants (Clover and Hollyhock) have brought me a pen. (Yesterday my office assistants knocked over the cup of pens on my desk and all the pens disappeared, so this is progress.)
The kittens are doing fine, they don’t even seem to notice that Mimosa is gone.
2021: I sat down to put my slippers on, and ended up with a lapful of kittens. (I am not complaining.)
2020: Discussing with Benjamin Bunny (1) how cute he is, and (2) how he licks everything.
2019: It’s a Willie-and-Albert pie.
2018: Don’t they look super innocent? Like they weren’t just smacking and biting at each other?
2017: “You tells him to leave my feet alone or it’s gonna be POW! right in the kisser!”
2016: The Fakers are 12 weeks old.
2015: No entry.
2014: No entry.
2013: “I am but a wee sad kitten who wants only to explore the world,” Puff said sadly.
2012: “WE NEED COOKIE!”
2011: “Dorfy sweepy too. I can haz a snuggle?”
2010: (Hint: SHE is the boss.)
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Aren’t I nice, taking toys away from our cats for the foster kitties to play with?