Dropping off Nola at Petsmart yesterday was as fun as it always is (ie: not fun at all). She was scared, but her cage is big enough that I was able to put a hidey cave in with her. She went right into it, and was turned around so that she was facing out.
If she gets adopted, you know I’ll let y’all know right away.
The last of the pictures I’ve taken of my fosters-in-waiting.
Belle is being spayed today, and I’ll be picking them all up tomorrow and bringing them home. Which means I need to get that foster room cleaned today!
Video! Belle’s kittens are at that floof-suit-wearing skitterbug stage.
2016: “I know Uncle Dennis is acting like he wants a hug, but I will not fall into his trap!” thinks the very wise Webster.
2015: And Jake was loonily smug.
2014: Here at Crooked Acres, we like to do all our important cleaning on Saturday, and we make the kittens do the same.
2013: (Or, more accurately: “Hodor Hodor Hodor Hodor!”)
2012: “Dis my OTHER favorite place to sleep. A man’s gotta have options.”
2011: Pile of McMaos.
2010: If that’s not the epitome of abject misery, I don’t know what is.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: “So, I says to her, I says ‘Look. You want to pet me. I don’t want you to pet me. Your love burns my soul.”
2006: No entry.
2005: “Momma, your feet stink.”