I got an email from the lady who runs the cat shelter. There’s room at the pet store for Jodie and Rambo. Except they haven’t had their rabies shots yet (they were supposed at 12 weeks, and I think they’re actually a week past that), so they’ve got to get that done. I don’t have my car today, though (it’s in the shop), so I can’t take them to get their shots until Fred gets home. I’m waiting to hear from her, but I won’t lie – I’m hoping she’ll let me keep ’em ’til Friday so I can get a few more days of love from them.
So if they don’t go to the pet store tonight, they’ll be going in the next few days. I can’t tell you how thrilled I am about that. I can’t tell you, ’cause it would be a LIE. Ohhhhhh, this is going to suck.
It’s for the best, though. It’s for the best, it’s for the best, it’s for the best.
I sure hope they get adopted together.
Apparently Rambo had never noticed that there’s a ceiling fan up there, so when Fred turned it on, it gave him quite a fright.
When discussing Mister Boogers with Rambo, we’ve been referring to him (Mister Boogers) as “Your daddy.” I mean, look at them. Don’t they look like they could be father and son?
Rambo walked over by Fred’s legs, and Fred moved his foot, which startled Rambo, who sailed several feet backwards and upwards. This picture makes me laugh until I wheeze.
Jodie checks out the toy basket.
Just got another email from the cat shelter manager. They’ll be going tonight. Wahhh!
At least I’ll see them again tomorrow morning (assuming they’re not adopted), since I’m covering for the Thursday morning volunteer.