Dennis is now NOT AT ALL allowed to be downstairs EVER when the door to the back yard is open. I will not tell you the details of why that is, but I will tell you that it entailed much worry, me wailing “Susan is never going to let us have any fosters again, everrrrrrrr!”, and being awakened at 4:30 by Fred saying “He came back!” Dennis might want to be downstairs during the day and early evening hours (not to mention all night long), but that’s just TOUGH for him. He’s going to have to look longingly through the screen door and know that it’s HIS OWN FAULT. Brat.
I sure wish his forever home would hurry it up!
Here’s a video of Marshall, doing what he spends most of his days doing: fighting with his fish cave bed, and fending off attacks from his brothers. (That “No!” at the end is me telling Gilbert not to climb up the back of my shirt. Not that he listened!)
2013: “MAMA. I am CLEAN!”
2012: No entry.
2011: Mister Boogers, doing his Donald Trump impression.
2010: “I am but a poor wee kitteh!”
2009: Phyllis: always smiling.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.