Nearly five months after Fred tried to put Fancypants in the carrier to get him to the vet and didn’t latch the top of the carrier so that Fancypants was able to escape (see this post for reference), that cat is FINALLY at the vet. He’ll be combo tested today, neutered, vaccinated, and ear-tipped. I don’t know that he’ll ever talk to Fred again – but then again I’m sure we all know that in three months he’ll be sleeping on the couch and demanding his morning snack alongside all the other permanents.
(That said – if you are interested in providing a home for a long-haired fancy-looking male cat who will take months to trust you and might never, drop me an email!)(Slow down! One at a time!)
After three or four days of leaving the closet door open during the day and closing it at night, I’ve decided it’s time to keep the closet door open not only to give them more room to run and play, but also so I can move the litter boxes into the closet. That means they’ll likely spend a lot of their sleeping time in the closet, probably right next to the litter boxes OF COURSE, but as long as they come into the foster room when I visit, what do I care, right?
Video! Just one today. It’s plenty. I’ve entitled it “YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE FLOOF,” and it’s true. You’ve just gotta see for yourself.
Archie, you better not make trouble while you’re in that sink.
2016: It’s family portrait time!
2015: “Hi, hi! Hi Innernet Peoples, hi! It is I, Skelton!”
2014: No entry.
2013: She’s like a cartoon kitten, and the lines of her floof are like drawn action lines.
2012: I Will.
2011: Dorothy would like to say “hi” to her adoring public.
2010: Miz Poo: “He’s not TOUCHING ME, is he? Do I HAVE to put up with this?”
2009: Oh, kitties. How you make us worry!
2008: No entry.
2007: It’s a Boogie on a leash.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.