The Peppers Gang is off to the vet tomorrow to be spayed and neutered. They’re just under three months old (they’ll be three months on the 12th) and even the smallest has more than made weight, so it’s time. Once that’s done, they’ll be ready to go. But don’t worry, I’m sure they’ll be here for a little while longer – none of the Spice Girls or Ciara has been adopted yet. Adoptions did pick up on Saturday and there were several adoptions, just none of them were my girls.
(Fred is incensed that Clove, his little girlfriend, hasn’t been adopted yet. “Can’t they TELL what an awesome kitten she is?!” he says.)
These mice with the long tails are particular favorites among the fosters lately (Cilantro especially loves them).
I don’t know which I like more, the Ears of Concentration, or the stretched toes.
::SNIFF::
“What?”
Lucy, amazed by everything, always.
“What? We talkin’ ’bout you. Go ‘way.”
“Why you takin’ my picture, when you could be pettin’ me?”
Everett shows off his fearsome claws.
“What doin’, lady?”
Molly reaches for the feather teaser, but there’s no joy in Peppersville this evening. The mighty Molly has struck out.
::chomp::
Sugarbutt really enjoys hanging out on that shelf over the doorway between the kitchen and laundry room.
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Previously
2010: No entry.
2009: Hoyt registers a complaint with the management.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: And licks and licks and licks.