On Saturday, Barney AND Bitsy Beans were adopted, separately. I’ll admit, I’m surprised that they were adopted so quickly, I figured we’d be waiting a few weeks, but no – off they went!
Baby Beans is still there, and not thrilled with, well, ANYthing. He’s allowing petting, but he’s giving the stink eye to anything else, it sounds like. Hopefully someone will come along and fall in love with his grumpy ways, the sooner the better.
*****************************************************
Kennebec and Mercury are continuing to chill out in the foster room. They are so freakin’ CUTE when I walk into the room to visit with them. They both come running over to me, and Kennebec talks to me and walks back and forth with his tail so far up it almost brushes the back of his head. Mercury will hang back a little until I sit down, and then she’s right there asking to be petted.
Kennebec has got to be the most laid-back cat ever. You could do just about anything to him, and he’d just lay there and purr. I trimmed his claws over the weekend, and all he did was lay there in Fred’s arms and purr and occasionally lick my hand. He flops down next to me and lets me rub his belly, and has never once grabbed my arm to bite it (you know how cats get sometimes with the vigorous belly rubs), just lays there and purrs.
He’s a big boy, too – we weighed them both over the weekend. The petite Mercury weighed in at just under 8 pounds, and the behemoth Kennebec, at 9 months old, is already at 11 1/2 pounds. And he’s not overweight, either – he’s just a big-framed cat with lots of muscle.
We’ve been calling him “Meatball” and “Meathead.”
Pretty Miss Mercury.
I LOVE her stripes and spots.
Not to mention her heart!
::ROWR::
They weren’t sure what to make of the long-legged cheetah.
Then Kennebec thought he’d climb up on the box, only to find that it wouldn’t quite support his weight.
Hallo, pretty boy.
Mercury’s a BIG fan of the track ball.
*****************************************************
Newt jumped up on top of the fence post and looked grumpy while shooting dirty looks at the side yard, so I stepped out on the side porch to see what was going on. There was a large brown dog wandering through, but as soon as he saw me, he took off. Newt stayed on the fence post for a while longer, just to be safe.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Previously
2012: No entry.
2011: I’ve probably never mentioned before that I think Corbie is the prettiest cat on earth, have I? No, surely not.
2010: Elwood’s got a complaint.
2009: As she reached for the slot machine arm, Samba sent a prayer to the Big Cat in the Sky.
2008: Yes, he is a good dog. No, we’re still not keeping him.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.