If you won something in the Forgotten Felines of Huntsville auction last week that was shipped to you, please double-check your box when it arrives – we’ve misplaced set #90 (see picture below) and are afraid it got put in one of the shipped boxes. If you did receive it, please let us know (you can message the Forgotten Felines auction page) and we’ll make arrangements to get it back from you. Thank you!
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No kittens over the weekend, despite the gazillions of predictions that she’d have them on Valentine’s Day. Maybe she’ll have them today (Presidents Day in the U.S.) or tomorrow (Fat Tuesday). Who knows? We’ll see!
And no, I’m still not concerned. I thought I had mentioned this before (and maybe I did), but she had a litter of kittens last fall, before she was rescued. Her kittens were all homed, then she was rescued, and before they could have her spayed, they realized she was pregnant which is when she came to me. So she’s done this before, her body knows what to do – if she were younger or smaller (like Caroline was!) I’d be more worried. I mean, I’m always worried because that’s what I do, AND we’re supposed to get some nasty weather today and possibly also tomorrow, and WOULDN’T IT FIGURE if she had a problem in the middle of an ice storm?
But I’m not gonna worry too much. ‘Cause it’s all gonna be fiiiine.
A brief moment of sunshine.
“There you go, lady. There’s your kittens.”
Canasta and the Ears of Annoyance.
Oh, that belly.
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Alice Mo loves that window in the winter.
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Previously
2020: No entry.
2019: Sleep, nurse, sleep, nurse, sleep, wiggle around, sleep, nurse, sleep.
2018: Checking out his escape route.
2017: The eyes have it.
2016: I opened the door to the rest of the upstairs on Saturday, and she came out briefly to look around before she went back into the foster room, climbed into the wall condo and went back to sleep.
2015: No entry.
2014: Norbdate, Flookdate, and Tony(Soprano)date!
2013: “I am just a wee bebbeh chick, poor sad, defenseless meeeeeee…”
2012: Alice showing Sally Peppers who the boss is with that outstretched paw just kills me DEAD.
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: And yet, somehow I’m SURPRISED that the bedspread is covered in cat hair.
2007: It was severely gross, yet oddly fascinating.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
I want to Photoshop “Pew Pew Pew” into that second photo.of Canasta!
Never mind predicting the “when”, we need to be predicting the “how many”. Look at the size of her! I’m curious how she even manages to get up and down from the couch, lol.
She is surprisingly light on her feet!
Robyn your such a great foster mom. I don’t know how you do it. I am a complete failure for foster. I would have a million cats now lol.
(Photo two) “I gotcha kittens. I gotcha kittens right heah.”, she growled.
I swear, Canasta has the most expressive face ever.
Presidents Day would be a fine day for some kittens!
Maybe she’s waiting for my bf’s birthday? That’s the 18th. He’s following the saga of when will there be babies, mainly cause everyday I shove my phone at him and say she’s still pregnant!! And he says yeah, getting bigger. He’s a good sport lol
The caption on the second picture just killed me. I’m in tears!
The nips have popped! Should be any day now!
hehehehe, suuuuuuure it will be, suuurrrrre