Yesterday morning, I got up and showered and dressed, and then headed downstairs to feed the Wonkas. I was going to get some baby food for the True Bloods, because even though they don’t particularly need it, I still give them some baby food as an early morning treat.
I spoil my fosters, y’know.
When I headed downstairs, one of the True Bloods (I’m pretty sure it was Sam) had his paw sticking out under the door. Elwood was in the hallway, sniffing at Sam’s paw.
I got downstairs, opened the back door to let our cats into the back yard, and started calling for Tom, so I could put his collar on him. When I couldn’t find him in the back part of the house, I decided to check upstairs for him. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, Sam came trotting down the stairs.
“Wha?” I said, wondering if somehow he’d been out of the foster room all night without my realizing it. Stranger things have happened.
And then Bill came trotting down the stairs, followed by Hoyt and Terry. I went upstairs and looked, and the door to the foster room was wide open.
I don’t know who or how, but either a True Blood or Elwood (or perhaps both, working as a team) had gotten the door open.
It didn’t happen this morning, so I’m thinking (hoping) it was a one-time thing. We’ll see about that! Maybe we’ve got some little Houdinis on our hands.
I’m pretty sure that Elwood thinks he’s a True Blood. He can usually be found in the middle of a bunch of them, playing. He is going to miss them in a big way when they’ve gone off to be adopted! (Please note Lafayette over to the side, complaining about something. Doesn’t he look like he’s in great emotional pain?)
Jake’s a fan of the True Bloods, too.
Terry and Sam, in the cat bed on the chair in my bedroom.
A sprawl o’ kittens.
The Wonkas are doing well – I’ve seen them all eating Babycat crunchy food right from the dish as well as canned food, so I know they won’t starve to death. I should probably wean them off the bottle, but have I mentioned that I spoil my bratty fosters? They’re just so HAPPY when they’re sucking down their bottle, and they always look so hopeful when they see me coming into the room. And now that they’ve figured out that whole latching-on thing, they are so EASY to bottle-feed. I’m going to spoil them just a little while longer. DON’T JUDGE ME.
“Auntie Hyacinths says you HAVE to spoil me and give me the bottle whenever I want it!”
“I would be very sad if you stopped giving me the bottle, and the internets would call Kitty Protective Services on you!”
“I was just checking out my box, and I heard someone say there’s a bottle in the room?!”
“I am a wee starving kitteh, and I want my bah-bah!”
Look at that smug little face!
Did y’all know that we have dogs, too? This is Gracie. She has a brother, George. We adopted them last December after we lost a couple of chickens to hawks. They’re Great Pyrenees, and their job is to protect the chickens – they live out in the chicken yard. They turned a year old in July, so they’re about fully grown, and they’re BIG dogs. Don’t feel sorry for them, having to live out in the chicken yard. The chicken yard is huge (about 2 1/2 acres), and they’re visited by us multiple times a day. Snacks are, of course, involved in those visits. They’re very happy, very friendly dogs, and woe to any hawks who go flying over the chicken yard because George and Gracie let those hawks know that it’s time to move along.
They’re also very good at chasing off airplanes.
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Previously
2008: Zoe got adopted over the weekend!
2007: No entry.
2006: I wouldn’t say he LIKES her, but he’s not scared of her (much) anymore.
2005: “His real name is Sad Eyes?”