So, over the weekend I got an email from Byron, who is the one responsible for getting the Classic Rockers to us, as well as Simon and Garfunkel.
He said:
I was so happy to see pictures of the boys, and to see they are adjusting well. I am so grateful that you and Fred can work your wonders with them.
A little history, if you don’t mind. The boys were born about a week to ten days before the [Classic Rockers] to a different mother, but pretty sure the fathers are the same. We have two large males which roam this area of the complex, one an orange tabby and the other is a solid black DSH. Originally there were four of them, two black and two tabbies. They lived on the other side of our quad and stayed near, or on, another resident’s patio. We aren’t sure what happened to the other two, but these two finally came to our patio a couple of weeks ago.
It’s amazing how quickly they can find a place in your heart. We miss those adorable faces looking in the window every morning, ready for breakfast. Anyway, attached are some photos from their early days with their mother. I will send some more current ones in the near future.
I LOVE how she’s hugging that kitten!
So tiny!
I love those electric blue eyes.
Thank you so much for the background and the pictures, Byron!
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“What, lady? What you want?”
Lookin’ for love.
Sleepy Simon in the sun.
Checking out the stuffed kitty. Simon really likes playing with that thing.
Flirty boy.
I don’t know, what do you think – does Garfunkel enjoy a good belly rub?
“No, lady. Pet with BOTH hands!”
Such a gorgeous, silky boy.
“Who, me? Nothing. Certainly not biting that packing strap. I’d never!”
Simon and Garfunkel came through their neutering just fine. They were quiet and skittish when I got them home but with some attention, petting, and liberal use of canned food, they came around. I’m sure that once they realize they can run faster due to their new aerodynamic physiques, they’ll be some happy boys.
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This is Sheriff Mama’s look of joy as she calculates just how many tickets she can give you for being in the back yard unsupervised.
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Previously
2014: So without further ado, meet The Players!
2013: We’ve been calling him “Meatball” and “Meathead.”
2012: No entry.
2011: I’ve probably never mentioned before that I think Corbie is the prettiest cat on earth, have I? No, surely not.
2010: Elwood’s got a complaint.
2009: As she reached for the slot machine arm, Samba sent a prayer to the Big Cat in the Sky.
2008: Yes, he is a good dog. No, we’re still not keeping him.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.