Later this morning, Jon Snow will be going off to Petsmart to join his brothers! Neither Hodor nor Brandon was adopted yesterday, but another kitten was adopted, which means that a large cage was opened up, so Hodor, Brandon, and Jon Snow will go into the large cage. I have to admit that while I’m sorry to see Jon Snow go, I’m glad he gets to go be with his brothers for at least a little while longer. Maybe someone will adopt all three of them! Yeah, not holding my breath. But a girl can dream, right?
Hodor and Brandon immediately went into the litter box to hide when I dropped them off at Petsmart yesterday (oh, I hate it so much when they do that!), but by the time adoptions started in the evening, they were out in the cage. Kathie reported that they were doing fine and she got kisses and purrs from them.
The Three Amigos (before Brandon and Hodor went to Petsmart).
Jon Snow and Hodor, atop the bookcase.
Brandon, posin’ prettily.
Jon Snow’s face is killing me. “WHAT THE (BLEEP) IS THAT?!”
And Norbie’s face is killing me, too. “NO, REALLY. WHAT IS THAT?!”
Snuggly brudders in the sun.
::CHOMP::
::SNUGGLE::
“I see what you’re doing there, lady.”
This sequence cracks me up. Jon Snow loves a good stretch, and if he can put his paw in someone’s face, so much the better!
“HODOR!”
Fingers crossed for adoptions today!
I’ve still got pictures of the Starks to share, so you’ll be seeing them for at least a few days next week.
Also for today: one very short video. I always blame Stefan for starting fights with the kittens, but apparently it’s really not so (I think if I hadn’t been standing there, Stefan would have pinned Jon Snow down and made him squeal, but you can see that he glances over at me before he leaves the room.
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We put a second cat house in the back yard. The Rubbermaid containers worked for a while, but the ants around here are HORRID, and they colonized the Rubbermaid containers when I wasn’t looking. With these cat houses, I can at least sprinkle a bunch of Diatomaceous Earth under there. Well – I guess I could have done that with the Rubbermaid containers NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT, but that’s not the point (well, it is. But shush, you.)
Sugarbutt goes to check out the new abode.
Apparently it gets the Sugarbutt Seal of Approval.
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Previously
2012: King Magoo in the sun.
2011: “I have had enough of your picture-taking shenanigans, lady. PET ME.”
2010: Corby and Reacher are pretty sure that if they’re under the foliage, you can’t see them, and thus you can’t yell at them to get inside.
2009: Feeling smug about his conquering of the cat tower cubby.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: Maddy sadly contemplates the vast expanse of my thigh. How will she ever cross it and reach freedom?!
2005: I sure hope they get adopted together.