Rufus has not been adopted yet. However, I went by to see him at Petsmart over the weekend, and not only was he NOT hiding in his litter box, he was in fact flopped out on his bed, sound asleep. I went in to see him and pet him, and he just lay there and purred like mad. I snapped a few pictures with my phone.
Somehow, I’d forgotten just how silky smooth his fur is.
Oh, his little face just kills me DEAD.
Don’t give ME that look, young lady. It’s not MY fault they’re such little ruffians!
When we brought Maggie home, I stuffed a pillow in that kitty condo so that Maggie wouldn’t go in there and give birth. Then I left it in there so the babies wouldn’t go in there and pee in it. But being cats, of course they figured out that they can get in there anyway, and they do it often. I’d take the pillow out, but I suspect that that would ruin the fun for them.
Macushla in my lap. All the McMaos are snuggly, but he’s particularly so.
Fergus Simon, sneaking up on his brothers. “Be vewwy vewwy quiet!”
Jake, enjoying the sun if it kills him.
Jake in the guest bedroom, Elwood at the bottom of the stairs.
Jake on the platform in the kitchen. I love his loony little face.
2012: Look at my vacation pics Thursday!
2011: “HI MAMA!”
2010: Apparently Corbett WANTED to get down, but Stinkerbelle was sitting there glaring at him, and he was too skeered.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: “I CAN BE A GIRL!” I said.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.