Ever since Nola’s Cajuns were born, there’s been a lot of interest in this one.
I’ve told several people that I know the blog turns into The Andouille Show sometimes, but that boy just grabs the camera. He’s such a photogenic little nut. I was told that every time I mentioned he’s a lapcat, there’d be an email to Forgotten Felines expressing interest in him.
So it probably won’t surprise you to hear that there’s an adoption pending on him.
That means, you little goober, that when you are a little older, you won’t have to sit at Petsmart waiting for someone to fall in love with you. You get to go straight from here to your forever home. Isn’t that great?!
BUT WAIT. You are NOT going home alone. I mean, you’ll have your Mom and Dad and your big sister Jessie to keep you company, but ALSO.
Yes, YOU. You are ALSO being adopted with Andouille!
Isn’t it wonderful? I love when two siblings get to spend their lives together.
Their Mom and Dad and Grandma came to visit yesterday (their Mom and Dad first visited a couple of weeks ago). When I opened the door to the foster room, Social Director Andouille nearly came stomping out. The girls tried hiding in the closet, but I pulled them out for forcible snuggling, which they handled pretty well. They eventually started playing, and by the time our visitors left, everyone was snoozing.
So that’s your good news for the day! Wouldn’t it be wonderful if Roux and Praline were adopted together, and Nola was adopted too? Nola handled our visitors well – last time they were here, she wasn’t up for petting, but this time she not only put up with it, she also purred! Doesn’t someone out there want a sweet, shy, floofy, GORGEOUS girl?
(I know, I know – I need to post more pictures of her and stop letting the kittens suck up all the attention!)
Speaking of Mama, she is actually going to be spayed this morning! Space became available for her, and when Michelle let me know, you better BELIEVE that I jumped at the chance. I’ve been dreading the idea of Nola going into heat, and now we don’t have to worry about that. I am SO relieved!
Videos! Random racing, hopping and skitterbugging in the first one.
I have entitled the second video “Praline and Roux are tree huggers,” and I am so pleased with myself that I cannot stand it. ::puts on sunglasses and smirks into the camera::
By the way, my bafflement at the kittens peeing on the rug instead of in the litter box in my 2005 post with my very first litter of fosters cracked me UP. Oh, how far we’ve come in 12 years!
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?