Monday, I covered for the usual morning cleaner at Petsmart, and I remembered to take the camera with me! I didn’t get pictures of every cat there, but I think I got most of them.
Quinn, who was just a little firecracker.
Liam, I think (might be Darcey).
Cosby, who is a gorgeous, friendly long-haired boy. He’s much smaller than he looks, under all that floof.
Monday, the kitten Dennis “rescued.” She’s a sweet, sweet girl.
Tomato, keeping the newspapers warm.
Tricki wouldn’t even look at me. Hmph.
Hattie does not appreciate that kitten LOOKING at her.
Darcey (or possibly Liam). Just so PRETTY (and sweet! And playful!)
Livia! You can’t tell from this picture, but it looks to me that she’s lost a little weight.
Liam or Darcey.
Cosby on the left, Quinn on the right. There may have been a feather teaser involved in this picture.
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Marshall likes to hang out on the bottom of the bookcase. You know what blows my mind? When I look at old pictures where there were actually BOOKS on the bottom shelf of the bookcase. I can’t believe I ever dared to do that!
Grant goes all giraffe-necked.
Alice, glaring at Blaster.
Dennis, hanging out in his ladder, while Mooch does his balancing act.
::CHOMP::
Smilin’ Mooch.
Gilbert just loves those mylar balls.
Blaster, Grant, and Mooch hanging on the tree.
Yesterday morning I watched Blaster saunter through the laundry room and out the cat door all CASUAL-LIKE, like he thought he belonged in the back yard. I have decided that the Cheez Doodles no longer get to run around the bottom floor of the house. They’re not happy about that, but I’m not willing to take the chance that one of the little jerks will climb the fence and disappear, so upstairs they’ll be staying. We’re talking about getting a cat door that works with RFID chips (all our cats are ID-chipped), but it’s kind of expensive, doesn’t always work (according to the reviews), and the fosters have the run of the entire upstairs. I don’t think they’re suffering!
I wish they made a cat door that would work for all cats EXCEPT the ones who were wearing some sort of device on a collar. That way, we could put collars on the fosters to keep them inside, and not have to worry about collaring up all the permanent residents. Alas, there doesn’t seem to be any sort of thing just yet.
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Maxi loves those rocking chairs on the front porch. She’ll spend all day laying there, watching the traffic go by.
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Previously
2013: “YUM, ear wax!”
2012: “HI MAMA!”
2011: No entry.
2010: How can you not fall to the charms of Evita?
2009: No entry.
2008: Kara’s all “I was sound asleep and woke up to find myself being devoured!”
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.