A few nights ago, I was up late and I stumbled across this post from 10 years ago, wherein I introduced the litter that included Tommy (then Barrett) and Sugarbutt (then Sad Eyes) (I did not name this litter). I sent the link to Fred, because I couldn’t believe it’s been 10 years.
Fred pointed out this paragraph:
The other day Fred and I discussed the fact that we don’t have nearly enough carriers for the number of cats that we have. If, god forbid, we needed to evacuate, there’s no way on earth we could fit all four of our cats in the one cardboard carrier we have. So Saturday, knowing that I was going to need a decent carrier on Sunday anyway, I went to the pet store and bought a carrier with a door in the front AND a door in the top. I’m going to buy one more at a point in the near future, so that we’ll have three carriers. We can put Spot in one, Miz Poo in one, and Mister Boogers and Spanky in one.
First of all: “all four of our cats” made me laugh. Second of all: you can barely go two feet in this house without stumbling over a carrier now, so I think we’re ALL SET.
The Swimmers got their vaccination shots last night, which means that they’re three weeks from being old enough for their spay and neuters/ID chips/rabies shots, and available for adoption. They grow up so fast, don’t they?
I haven’t made the appointment yet, but the Squash Bugs will be going for their spays and neuter next week.
2014: Smackdown on the Ess scratcher!
2013: Just the PRETTIEST boy, that Norbs.
2012: No entry.
2011: I’m starting to think he’s letting her win.
2010: Until then, I’m going to try to achieve a state of Sugarbutt-type zen.
2009: Hoyt cracks me up with his woe-is-me expressions.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: “Dude, your butt is wet. Why is your butt wet? What did that horrid woman DO to you?”