In case you don’t follow Love & Hisses on Facebook, you might not know that I dropped Percy, Petey, Joe and Magoo off at Petsmart very early Friday morning. And Friday evening, Percy was adopted!
So Saturday morning, early, I took Polly to join her brothers. She was happy to see them, and they her.
A few hours later… Polly was adopted!
AND THEN
Petey was adopted!
So that’s three of the five Pickles adopted already – and two of them didn’t even have to spend the night at Petsmart. That is just amazing.
Of course, that means that Magoo and Joe are still at Petsmart. I hope they’re adopted super quickly so that Fred will STOP harassing me about going to get Magoo and bringing him home.
I brought Sungold, Mr. Stripey, and Dingwall Scotty home with me Friday morning. I also brought Kohle, who had been at Petsmart for longer than the ‘Maters boys had. He’s actually older than the ‘Maters boys, but he’s the exact same size as Sungold, and he looks so much like Dingwall Scotty that they truly look like they could be related. He came to Challenger’s House – to another foster family – when he was three weeks old, and you can read about him here. He’s a sweet, friendly boy who gets along really well with the ‘Maters boys.
These boys GREW while they were at Petsmart, let me tell you. Sungold is just under 8 pounds, Dingwall Scotty’s a whopping 8 pounds, 11 ounces, and Mr. Stripey is a petite 7 pounds 4 ounces. Sungold and Mr. Stripey each have a leaky eye, still.
They’re just as sweet as they ever were, climbing into my lap to be petted. They were a tad freaked out at first; every time a car went by, they all went racing for the closet. By Sunday they had mostly adjusted, though if a loud motorcycle went by they’d run into the closet just to be safe.
We’re so used to hearing small kittens run around upstairs that with four almost-grown boys racing around, it sounds like they’re going to come through the floor. They’re enjoying having room to run around and windows to look out of, that’s for sure.
I honestly don’t know at this point whether I’m going to let them out into the house. They’re sweet, but they’re a bit wild, and they enjoy some pretty rough roughhousing. The Weeds girls are a lot smaller than they are, and I’m concerned that the boys don’t know their own strength. I’m also concerned that releasing four almost-grown boy cats into the house might start off a sprayapalooza of epic proportions from the permanent resident boys, so I’m going to play it by ear. The girls are certainly all kinds of curious about what’s going ON in that room. The first time I opened the door after I put the boys in there, Purslane went stomping into the room, all “WHAT IN TARNATION IS GOING ON IN HERE?!” I scooped her up before she could see the boys. Maybe in a few days I’ll let her in to meet them and see how it goes.
Snoozing Dandelion.
Magoo in the sun (before he went to Petsmart, obviously.)
Bath time.
Oh, Magoo. WHY DIDN’T YOU GET YOURSELF ADOPTED??
Joe Pickle on top of the kitchen cabinets.
Magoo in profile.
Fred is all kinds of offended that Joe and Magoo weren’t adopted, since in his opinion they’re the best two of the litter.
This is from the day Fred brought Cruella up to the house so I could give her a feathercut. Dandelion was like “What is THAT?”
Magoo could not have been less interested.
“That was one weird-looking cat.”
This is Mr. Stripey. Check out the poofed-up tail. A loud car had just gone by, and he was coming back out to make sure it was safe.
Dingwall Scotty. “I ain’t goin’ out there!”
Sungold up top and Mr. Stripey in the basket.
How is it that I never realized that Mr. Stripey has a white patch on his chest? (Or maybe I knew and forgot…)
Kohle. He’s got gorgeous orange eyes.
Another shot of Kohle.
Sugarbutt, hangin’ out in the kitchen.
That’s Stinkerbelle behind him, annoyed with all the nonsense.
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Previously
2011: No entry.
2010: And now someone’s saying “Why’s she talking about FARMING? We’re here to see the kitties!”
2009: Sneaky little brat.
2008: No entry.
2007: She walked partway out the door, and then paused there LIKE THEY ALWAYS DO.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.