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A cube o’ Pete.
Smitty gets some sunshine.
Pete and that TAIL.
Smitty and those WHISKERS.
Magoo, chillin’.
I love it when Charlie sleeps with one paw over his eyes.
Khal, amused.
(No Rocco pic because he was out gallivanting.)
The boys are settling in well. As soon as Calliope and Olympia(Daphne) headed out of here Saturday afternoon, I closed the door to the foster room. Pete and Smitty didn’t notice the door was closed at first, then sniffed curiously at the door, and then shrugged. (It probably helps that they were locked out of the foster room while Waffle, Muffin, Maple and Mocha were here, so this isn’t a new situation for them.)
We made a point of taking them downstairs and putting them in the litter boxes so they’d know/remember where they were, and every time we did, they’d look at us like “Why you bein’ weird?” They’d, of course, used the downstairs litter boxes plenty during the time they’d spent downstairs, but I wanted to be sure they understood that those were their litter boxes now – we don’t have litter boxes upstairs except for what’s in the foster room when we have fosters, so they needed to know where to go.
They know. I’m sure I didn’t really need to worry, but worrying’s what I do, and better to be safe than sorry, right?
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Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr/ Bluesky/Threads) yesterday.
Sorry for the terrible picture, but I’m sure there’ll be better ones in the future. For now: breakfast is served! Charlie always sits back and waits until everyone has finished eating (he’s not a huge fan of canned food.)
Last night I heard someone messing around on my bedside table, so turned on the light to see Pete giving me this “I was NOT about to knock your bottle of water onto the floor. I’d NEVER!” look. (Yes, I was in bed at 9:21. What of it?)
🎉 Former foster Cassandra (right), who went home a couple of weeks ago, has bonded to her big sister Poppy. How absolutely ADORABLE are they! (Thanks, Sarah!)
Smitty and the not-a-trap (except when it is) belly. It’s a risk worth taking because that is one SOFT belly.
Good night innernets. (Charlie, with Khal’s floofy toeses and tail.)
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Previously
2025: Sashay says “Oh, it’s just that lady.”
2024: No entry.
2023: Line ’em up! I love that they’re at the age where they’ll line up so perfectly for me.
2022: (He is not detail-oriented, apparently.)
2021: Charlie likes to hang out under the bed and watch the kittens.
2020: “Do not allow cats to climb on top of scratcher” was contained within the instructions for this pumpkin scratcher.
2019: He ain’t skeered of no kittens.
2018: No entry.
2017: And Stefan said “Do I smell food?”
2016: Sodapop gives Unca Stefan a sniff.
2015: “How I get on the innernets on this thing?” Skinny Pete wonders.
2014: Warning: Ralph cannot hold his licker.
2013: Tidy Cats Lightweight Litter Review.
2012: No entry.
2011: Now he’s the whiniest little complainer I’ve ever seen.
2010: Melodie, doing some heavy-duty flirting, is apparently annoying Martin.
2009: Maybe we’ve got some little Houdinis on our hands.
2008: Zoe got adopted over the weekend!
2007: No entry.
2006: I wouldn’t say he LIKES her, but he’s not scared of her (much) anymore.
2005: “His real name is Sad Eyes?”