I’ve noticed that Torres – the only girl from the Swimmers litter – REALLY likes having sisters. She’s always playing with one of the other girls, or following them around, or snuggling with one of them. It’s awfully sweet.
The kittens are doing so well with the litter box that today I think I’m going to open the door to the closet and start (very slowly) moving the litter boxes in there. Not only does it reduce litter scatter in the foster room, it also gives the monsters more room to race around. Zuke, in particular, has a fascination with the closet. Every time I go in there to grab something, he’s hovering by the door hoping to sneak in.
“Really? REALLY, lady? EIGHT? You think you need EIGHT kittens in that house? Here’s a better number for you: zero. Zero is the number of kittens this house needs.” I think Sheriff Mama is just about over me and my fostering shenanigans.
2014: “What? I fit! I don’t CARE that the lady says I look like a loaf of bread that has risen over the sides of the loaf pan.”
2013: Poor Arya was sound asleep, and then suddenly Jon Snow was all “I NEEDS ME A SNUGGLE!” and flopped down right on top of her.
2012: No entry.
2011: “WHAT YOU DOIN’, LADY?”
2010: How I have not squeezed the stuffing out of that boy, I do not know.
2009: “Heyyyy, good-lookin’!”
2008: I don’t remember what she was appalled by, but apparently it was quite SOMETHING.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.