The Half Pints are 10 weeks old today! That just doesn’t even seem possible, does it?
Mary’s pretty sure she’s all grown up and wonders if she can borrow the keys to the car.
Albert in a basket.
“Coming through!”
Pa’s gettin’ grabby.
I think we’ve got a lights-on-no-one-home situation with Willie.
Almanzo, posing with Pa.
I believe Caroline was considering making a grab for Laura’s tail.
Laura in a box! (Mary trying to decide if she wants to be in the box too.)
I swear, this girl looks perpetually amazed. (Laura)
Pa’s having some quiet time.
“She didn’t see me, did she?”
So, you may have noticed that (horribly ugly) brown couch in a couple of the pictures. At this point, the fosters have the run of the entire upstairs during the day, including the large room that is (was) Fred’s office. The couch – which used to be downstairs – was moved into that room a few months ago when we bought a new couch.
The couch is one that Fred’s father and stepmother gave us at least a decade ago. I believe it was 20ish years old at that point, and I LOVE THAT COUCH. It is incredibly comfortable, but the cats trashed it and I bought a cover for it (which doesn’t really improve its appearance at all, I KNOW). We talked about having the couch reupholstered, but decided to move it upstairs and buy a new couch for the living room instead. At this point, the kittens – and Charles and Caroline – spend most of their day hanging out in that big room (it’s no longer Fred’s office; more on that in a minute), playing, snoozing on the couch, and looking out the windows.
Fred’s office was in that room until about 2 weeks ago, when the kittens started to be an issue while he was working. He has some pretty expensive equipment (he’s a software engineer) and we both worried that the kittens would inadvertently do some damage. He tried closing them out of his office, but once you’ve given cats access to a room, they protest VERY VERY LOUDLY when you take that access away. We discussed our options, and ended up moving Fred’s office into his room, temporarily, where there’s a built-in desk.
Once the Half Pints have moved on, we’re going to do some room rearranging, and with the next bunch of fosters, we’re going to try using the big room as the foster room. I hope it works out, because I think it’d be perfect as a foster room. If it doesn’t work out, for whatever reason, that’s fine, we’ll just do some more rearranging. I’m tickled pink at the idea of having a foster room big enough for a couch, because I’ve been wanting that for yeeeeears. So fingers crossed!
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“I KNOW I’m magnificent, lady. You don’t gotta keep telling me!” Khal Drogo and the Ears of Annoyance.
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Previously
2018: STOP GROWING, KITTENS.
2017: Nola’s Cajuns are 3 weeks old!
2016: I think I’m going to buy a shorter scratching post, because these goobers seem intent on giving me a heart attack.
2015: Paws up, y’all!
2014: TBT: Tubby
2013: His lights on, no one home expression is cracking me up.
2012: “I SCARED it down!”
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: “Hey! You! Guys! She’s got the camera out AGAIN!”
2008: Kara’s kittens, named.
2007: It’s very squirrelly in our back yard today.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.