Yesterday morning, we locked all 6 of the kittens in the bathroom, and I scrubbed down the foster room – tossed the litter, cleaned the litter boxes, mopped and steam-cleaned the floors, replaced all the bedding and the quilt I use as a rug. It took me about 2 hours, but that room was super duper clean when I was done. It stayed clean for most of the afternoon, but then someone loaded up their secret pockets with litter and scattered it all over the place. You just can’t have anything nice – OR clean – with kittens around!
Video! How DOES that cube end up traveling all over the foster room? It’s a mystery.
2015: Skinny Pete, as it turns out, is NOT A BOY.
2014: No entry.
2013: Carmela peeks to see what’s going on out THERE.
2012: She’s worried and disapproving.
2011: “Let the party begin, I HAVE ARRIVED!”
2010: Nothing cuter than a disgusted cat, unless it’s a hissing kitten.
2009: “Oh WOE, I am lost, someone please save me!”
2008: No entry.
2007: Those are some awesome Crazy Eyes there on the left.
2006: But this is the ONLY position she’ll take her bottle in, standing on her back legs with her back against me.
2005: Hey. Did you SEE the Best. Picture. Ever.?