HG has gone to the pet store – room opened up, so I took him with me yesterday when I went to scoop and feed. He was quiet – worried – on the trip there, and a little hesitant when I let him out of the carrier in the cat room. He roamed the cat room while I did my thing, sniffing all around, making friends with the other cats. He was the last one I put in his cage when I was done cleaning – and I waited until I absolutely had to leave to make my 9:00 appointment – and he immediately climbed into the litter box and meowed sadly at me when I walked by the window.
Poor HG. He’s under strict instructions to get adopted by next Thursday. Hopefully he will!
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The look on Kara’s face – with the tongue stuck out – is cracking me UP. “No milk for YOU!”
Pretty Kara.
Kara was out wandering around the room yesterday afternoon, so I gave her a catnip bag to see what she’d do. What she did was roll around on it and get high and then get aggressive with me (grabbing my arm and nipping it), so I took the catnip bag away from her ’cause I didn’t want her eating no kittens!
She’s a mean drunk.
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Previously
2007: They definitely live the life o’ Reilly.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.