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I suspect you’re shocked to hear that kittens like boxes. Pierogi looks so smug.
It’s a rough life, Wonton.
Pierogi’s little smile. He’s such pleasant chap.
Khinkali the couch potato.
Tortellini has a think.
“I sees you, lady.”
Pierogi and Bao have a tussle in my lap.
Momos, so serious.
Teresa was here Monday, and she and Karen were both here yesterday (we were packing boxes for auction shipping, I’m sure I’ve mentioned that we do that at my house), and they both got to meet the kittens. Turns out that these kittens are pretty darn confident. Momos wasn’t all that interested in being petted/cuddled/kissed (she doesn’t MIND a pet/cuddle/kiss, it just has to be her own idea) but everyone else – especially Bao – was all about making friends. They’re such cute little charmers. (Bao was a little obsessed with Teresa’s toes.. and phone!)
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Magoo worked really hard yesterday, sniffing every single box and auction bid set to make sure everything met his exacting standards. He was paid handsomely with this catnip toy. (We send one out to every auction winner, and they are almost always a HUGE hit. Magoo certainly likes his!)
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr/ Bluesky/Threads) yesterday.
Pierogi’s always just so ding-dang happy to see you!
It’s been 21 years (well, 21 years and a couple of days) since we brought home our very first fosters – Mia and her kittens Edgar, Flossie, Snoopy, Peanut & Oy. We’re currently at foster #598, and we’re not stopping any time soon. Happy foster-versary to us! (And thanks to all of YOU for following along!)
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To a kitten, everything’s a toy. They REALLY like playing with the pie plate and loaf pan scratcher/beds like they’re toys rather than, y’know, beds and scratchers.
“I don’t know about you, lady,” says Bao.
“What’s she DOING?”
Juuuust a reminder that this lineup of baffled goobers are still available for adoption. (From left: Tortellini (girl), Wonton (boy), Momos (girl), Pierogi (boy.)) They’re your standard-issue kittens who tolerate being kissed, will let you cuddle them when they’re not busy, have enough energy to power your entire town for a year and will sell your car to keep themselves in Churu. Email Forgotten Felines of Huntsville at info (at) ffhsv.org to inquire or fill out an application hither.
Good night innernets. (Momos)
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Previously
2025: COME ON DOWN to the Love & Hisses TUMMY EMPORIUM!
2024: Pita says “Uncle Charlie didn’t say I could sleep in his bed, but I also didn’t ask, so.”
2023: No entry.
2022: There was, indeed, a Churu up there.
2021: Rummy smiles.
2020: I like how the Toastycat bed is looking on approvingly at Bugs the Cutie.
2019: Mary leaps away to get away from Ma the Bathing Machine.
2018: Debi’s a tree hugger.
2017: No entry.
2016: I’m pretty sure Bert had just gotten the ol’ whapperoo from Chanandler.
2015: Louis senses a disturbance in the Force.
2014: Livia and the Ears of Annoyance.
2013: Floofily fabulous.
2012: No entry.
2011: ::maniacal laughter::
2010: Between the Bookworms and the Rescuees, my home is awash in sweet kittens.
2009: I sure am going to miss the little monkeys.
2008: “You ever get that feeling like someone’s watching you?”
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: This is Flossie.