Last night, Khaleesi was unfortunately returned. So she’s back in a cage at Petsmart, waiting for her forever home.
It’s too bad, but hey – at least she got a week-long break from being in a cage, right?
Lisa let Khaleesi out of her cage and opened the cage her kittens were in, hoping there’d be a touching reunion. Ha – there was just a bunch of hissing. I’m not surprised; I doubt Khaleesi remembers the babies, and I also bet that if she DOES remember them in some dim corner of her mind, she wants NOTHING to do with that business ever again.
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A couple of days ago, we got out Da Bird and had some fun. To my surprise, Jon Snow even came and joined in!
That’s Jon Snow on the floor, telling Ruth that her form is all wrong.
Ruth didn’t take the criticism well.
Atop (or nearly atop) the cat tree, Stefan woke up and watched the goings-on.
Ember can spring up and grab Da Bird before we even know what’s going on.
And once she’s got it, she doesn’t let go!
::sproing!::
Stefan likes to show those kittens his awesome hunting skillz.
Time for a Jon Snow entertainment break.
Come on, babe
Why don’t we paint the town?
And all that jazz!
“I could totally dance like that. If I wanted to. Which I don’t. But I could!”
Four Dragons (and a little of Jon Snow.)
Tommy comes wandering in to see what’s going on.
Scorch goes off for a nap.
Ember had a piece of grass stuck to her face, and didn’t seem to realize it was there.
Ruth and Norbie have a tussle.
I put together pictures of all the Dragons at 5 days old and now at 3 1/2 months old, just so we can oooh and aaah at how much they’ve grown.
I haven’t updated the sidebar yet, because I didn’t want to tip my hand. One of the Dragons didn’t actually go off to Petsmart. One of the Dragons will be with us for a little while longer. And I know what you’re thinking, but no – we are not adopting one of the Dragons. Because I’m a terrible person, I’m going to torture you and make you wait ’til tomorrow’s post to find out what’s going on. 😉
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Maxi, on the side porch. She has NO use for all those kittens in the house.
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Previously
2012: It’s possible I’ve started referring to Tony Rocky Horror Pickle as “The Terrible Pickle.”
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: Craaaazy kittens!
2008: Kitchen Maid Kitteh says “I ain’t shellin’ no more black-eyed peas. I’M DONE AND YOU CAN’T MAKE ME DO ANY MORE!”
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.