Sweet little Arya went home yesterday! She’s gone to live in Charleston, SC, with her new mom Kathy and dad Mike, and her big brother Buddy (who is 3.)(Also, Buddy is a cat, not a human.) We met at the shelter bright and early yesterday morning, they filled out the paperwork, and then they made the long drive home – it took them 12 hours to get home (yikes!), and Arya was a doll the entire way. She is such a good girl! (She’s already flopping over for belly rubs. Am I surprised? Nope!)
I have no doubt that Arya will do wonderfully in her new home, and I suspect she’s going to have her new big brudder whipped into shape pretty quickly.
So today I have the rest of the pictures I took of her over the weekend, and then tomorrow I think we’ll do a fun cute-Arya-pics retrospective because we have really watched that little girl grow over the past two and a half months!
(By the way, I am SO THANKFUL for Kathy and Mike, because Fred was totally giving Arya the Eyes of Lurve lately and I was able to say “Nope! She’s got a home! You can’t keep her!”)
Arya likes to keep it clean, is what I think we’ve discovered about that girl. Jon Snow likes to keep it smug.
Hangin’ in the bedroom with her brudders.
I was trying SO hard to get Arya or Brandon (or both!) to jump from the bed to the cat tree, and they were just staring at me like “I do not understand what you want, lady.”
Then suddenly, Norbie.
I love this picture so much. Arya’s like “Oh, don’t look at him. He’s just showing off.” and Norbie’s got the determined, crazy eyes.
“I’m flyyyyyyinnnnnnnng!”
“I could do that if I wanted. Which I don’t. So I won’t. SO THERE.”
::wink::
Tommy, amongst the kittens.
Have you ever seen a prettier princess?
I’m pretty sure Brandon could flap those ears and fly away.
Hodor hodors on through.
See? She SAID she could fly if she wanted to!
Landing. (One day I will get one of these pictures in perfect focus, and it will be AMAZING.)
Have a happy life, little girl (I suspect you very much will!)
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When she’s not catching lizards and frogs, Maxi likes to hang on the side stoop and relax. (She doesn’t eat the lizards and frogs, by the way. She just kills them and then leaves them for the ants and flies. I really APPRECIATE that, Maxi. So much.)
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Previously
2012: The Terrible Pickle is having Deep Thoughts.
2011: No entry.
2010: “What?”
2009: In other words, I think he’s back to normal.
2008: Death of a watermelon.
2007: They’re awfully sweet and awfully cute.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.