I don’t know about y’all, but I can certainly relate to Amber (formerly Ambercup) here:
Can we all just go back to bed and cancel Monday, please?
I think the baths are (fingers and toes and tails crossed) coming to an end. I may do one more week’s worth of baths just to be safe, but we’ll see how I feel about it when Wednesday comes.
I did 5 baths Saturday and 4 on Sunday, and managed to get some pretty good pictures (I took pictures of all the kittens during bath time, but a lot of them didn’t come out). So here you go – wet kittens to kick off the week right!
Eliot. If looks could kill! (She was purring when I took this picture, though, I promise!) (PS: Eliot is a girl, which I’ve known for a couple of weeks and keep forgetting to tell you, so I’m telling you – she’s a girl and will remain Eliot, because that’s a perfectly acceptable girl name.)
After I bathe them, I put them in a carrier then turn on the space heater, open the front of the carrier, and leave them in the bathroom for about half an hour. When I came back in, they were all hanging out in the path of the heat from the space heater, mostly dry, and ready to go back to the foster room.
2017: “Is this the bus to Kittentown?”
2016: Sad little mess.
2015: “I am but a wee baby, and she is SQUOOSHING ME!”
2014: He looks like a bearded old man, doesn’t he?
2013: Norbie gives me the Eyes of Skepticism.
2012: Before you start reading this, please know: it does not have a sad ending.
2011: No entry.
2010: Julie is NOT sitting on the table.
2009: I have fallen head over heels for these monkeys. I always do.
2008: It’s good to be king.
2007: Maryanne continues to make herself at home.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.