More and more often when I walk into the foster room in the middle of the day, the kittens are all crammed in the cat tree, piled up on each other and dead asleep.
Your daily Noms video. Mama Emmy gets no respect. Those little monsters are always sniffing her in inappropriate places, jumping on her, sniffing her paws. And she just puts up with it.
I was sitting at my desk, minding my own business, when I realized that somehow, Stinkerbelle was in the cat bed next to my monitor. I was worried she’d run away, so I slowwwwwly grabbed the camera (which I keep in my desk drawer to protect it from being peed upon, grrrr)(I should add that it’s only happened once, but once was enough to teach me a valuable lesson!) and managed to get one picture of her.
Stinkerbelle’s been coming down from atop the kitchen cabinets more and more lately. Especially if she sees Tommy walk through the kitchen, she’ll come down and rub on him. But what’s unusual is that she seems to have suddenly taken to Spanky. She’ll walk back and forth, whipping her tail, meowing at him, waiting for him to come snuggle with her, and he just looks at her like she’s speaking a language he doesn’t quite understand. Whereupon she gives up and flounces off in a huff.
And lastly, some fantastic news. Remember Red and Scuse, who were in need of a home?
Well, now they have one! They’ll be delivered next weekend, and it sounds like they’re going to be spoiled rotten. Awww, I love a happy ending (beginning!), don’t you?
2011: Out of control kittens.
2010: Corbett marches to the beat of his own drummer.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: He always pretends he can’t hear me when I suggest we switch houses for the night, because he is a mean, uncaring sadist.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.