Bunnie, keeping an eye on the door.
John Smith is just a great big mush of a loverboy.
I just love her colors so much!
I turned on the ceiling fan (it got warm here the last couple of days) and Toto was fascinated.
Tricki, coming over to say “You got pettins for me, lady?”
::thlurrp::
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Paulie Walnuts is doing well. He’s limping a lot less, spent most of the day curled up in a cat bed on my desk, and cannot seem to turn off his purr. (Not that I want him to, of course.) I imagine he’ll be going back to Petsmart at some point after Christmas, once he’s done with his meds. Thursday night he made Tommy madder than I have ever seen him (Tommy isn’t prone to being angry about anything!) They were both on my bed, and Paulie started snuffling around in Tommy’s belly fur. Tommy was horrified and offended and hissed and smacked at Paulie, who sat there and sulked.
I KNOW you guys think that this means Paulie is staying, because you allllllways say that about any kitten who either stays longer than intended or comes back for a few days. But we already have 12 cats, and there are only 12 months in a year, so how’m I gonna have 13 cats and only let 12 of them be on the calendar? I guess you better start lobbying Congress to extend the year to 13 months! 🙂
Here are the last of the Sopranos pics, from before they went to Petsmart (though of course you’ll be seeing Paulie for a little while longer.) I do plan to put up a collage of each kitten like I did with the Starks, though I still need to organize the pictures a little, so maybe I’ll do that starting the day after Christmas. We’ll see!
Five of the seven. (Meadow and Tony are the two who were off at the other end of the house.)
And six of the seven! (From left: Carmela, Melfi, Tony, Paulie, Silvio, and Adriana.)
And all seven!
They sure did love that heated throw.
Silvio, atop the platform in the kitchen, very pleased with himself.
This is from the day they went to Petsmart. I actually went to Petsmart and brought Bunnie, John Smith, Toto, and Tricki home, set them up in the foster room, and then took the Sopranos to Petsmart in the evening. After I set the four up in the foster room, I stacked the carriers in the computer room so they’d be ready to go. Melfi and Silvio had to investigate, of course.
Sweet, sweet, SWEET Melfi.
Carmela the faker, all “I don’t feel good, guys…”
Martin, this one’s for you: Carmela and Corbie in the same picture!
So, there’s Alice with some of the kittens. And, can it be?….
Yes. She is actually TOUCHING Carmela!
Here’s the difference between having adult cats and having kittens. With adult cats, the emptying, scrubbing, and refilling of litter boxes is slightly interesting. If they happen to be walking by, they might come over and sniff the litter box, say “Huh.” and walk away. With kittens, it’s “OH MY GAWD YOU GUYS COME LOOK AT THIS! LET’S SEE IF WE COULD POSSIBLY GET ANY MORE IN THE WAY! LET’S WAIT ‘TIL SHE SPRAYS THE LITTER BOXES AND WALK THROUGH THE VINEGAR WATER AND TRACK IT EVERYWHERE! THIS IS THE BEST!” I didn’t get a picture of it, but Paulie actually got into one of the litter boxes after it was filled with fresh litter and ROLLED AROUND in it. The highlight of his life, apparently.
Then of course there’s the obligatory balancing on the edges of the litter boxes and the swiping at each others’ tails. Silly kittens.
I have a couple of videos! In the first one, turn up the sound, sit back, and relax to the sound of the super-happy super-purry Paulie Walnuts (and forgive the video quality; I was using my iPad, and don’t really have the hang of the video function just yet.)
(YouTube link.)
In the second, it was morning snack time. After being shut up in their room all evening, the Sopranos were dying to get out. So they’d race out, race down the hallway, and then turn around and run back into the room to get their snack (except for Carmela, who was freaked out by Fred laying on the floor with the camera). Pardon the video quality; that’s a dark hallway!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Previously
2012: Goodbye, Elwood.
2011: SQUIRREL TONGUE
2010: I love the alarmed look on Bobby’s face, like “I feel a paw on my shoulder, but NO ONE ELSE IS SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW!”
2009: I’m starting to think that maybe the floof is in the Kudzu family and we’ll wake up one morning to find it wrapped around the entire house.
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: I said, “But (the volunteer) has fourteen cats. FOURTEEN.”
2005: No entry.