Back in 2014, we fostered a litter of kittens that had originally been fostered by fellow foster mom Winnie. She named them after Shakespeare characters, and we called them, collectively, “The Players.” They were about 4 months old and just needed some extra attention (they leaned toward being skittish) and to be spayed and neutered.
One of The Players was this ridiculously good-looking young man, Orlando!
Orlando was adopted by Teresa later that year and this is what he looks like now! She says: Orlando “helping me work from home.” It’s been a year and I think he loves it when I take a break like this. 🤣🤣 Big baybeee is happier than I am about permanent work from home.
What a good-looking boy! (Thanks Teresa!)
Archie absolutely ADORES the fact that he can go into the foster room whenever he wants and he splits his time between the crown bed, the couch, and the cat tree. Such a smug face!
2020: “And cats too.” Hmph. (Clyde*)
2019: (This concludes the mis-sexing incident for this litter of kittens.)
2018: No entry.
2017: Hello, Trouble.
2016: “Just… y’know… hanging out!”
2015: No entry.
2014: No entry.
2013: (The scary cat in question? Miz Poo. Yeah, terrifying.)
2012: Since this is a family-friendly site, I won’t tell you what I suggested he do with all that squash.
2011: “I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS, BUT IT’S SKEERY.”
2010: This is VERY IMPORTANT, and all members of the feline persuasion must follow these instructions very carefully in the future or FACE THE CONSEQUENCES.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: As you can see, Spanky is a deeply suspicious fellow.
2006: No entry.
2005: Well, she’s right. I’m starting to give the kittens nicknames. I can’t help it!