If today’s pictures have a common theme, I think it would be “I haz a snuggle.”
Bobby and Cindy Brady.
Look at Bobby Brady, with the attitude, all squinty-eyed like an attitudinous little brat.
Such serious little faces.
Jan’s all “I haz a secret. My toes is dirty.”
“I cleans my toes.”
“See? All clean!” (Bobby, in the background, seems pretty unimpressed.)
“Okay, WHAT happened here? Last thing I remember…”
“…I was snorting some catnip…”
“..and when I woke up, HE was there, all stretched out and hogging the bed. I really need to cut down on the ‘nip.”
Tommy and Sugarbutt: brudderly love. (I LOVE that even at 5 1/2 years old, the brothers still snuggle from time to time.)
“You see what I put up with, here?”
Hi Robyn,
Wow how time flies! A few months back I wrote to you seeking advice about becoming a foster mum to a mother and two kittens living in the roof of the building next door.
I’m writing to give you an update. The first good news is once I trapped them and had them off to the vet they all tested FIV free. The bad news was the mother was pregnant again. I estimated her current litter to be only 6 weeks old. The Vet said the moment she weened them she could fall pregnant again. I was devastated for her – she was probably only 8 months old herself.
I made the heartbreaking decision to have her spayed. It still tears me up, but I’m convinced she would have struggled to bring those five babies to term, and also that it was the best decision for her.
The babies will be spayed and neutered next month – my vet won’t do it until they are 6 months old. This Christmas the mother is going to one home and the babies to another while we are away to trial how they get along with the resident cats at those homes. My hope is they become their forever homes. Fingers crossed for a Christmas miracle.
Attached are three photos from when I first bought them home, and three from yesterday. They are just beautiful.
Can I say thank you for your support at the beginning of this – and your unconscious support throughout. I read your blog everyday, and it felt like a constant friend as I tried to make a home for these little souls.
Feel free to use as much, or as little, of this on your blog as you like.
Merry Christmas to you, Fred and all the furry and feathered residents at Crooked Acres.
Kallee
(All pictures below are ©Kallee)
On the roof where they were born
The male kitten at home. His eye cleared up almost as soon as he was fed!
The scared little girl
Four months later: The beautiful mum
The boy, I named him Gene
Sweet sweet Annie, the little girl.
I love a happy ending!
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Previously
2009: Mike & Gus: Brudderly…. love?
2008: What I love about this picture is how appalled Delmar looks that Miz Poo is in the bed.
2007: No entry.
2006: “I’ve got the litter-on-my-nose, needin-a-snack, my-brother’s-pickin-on-me, I-need-a-snuggle, please-stop-messing-with-my-fur…”
2005: No entry.