Day Three was the day they decided they should do a little exploring. Sofia Soy Sauce made it down the stairs and halfway down the hall into the laundry room; I didn’t even realize she was there until I walked into the laundry room and saw her using the litter box. Theo Pesto was a little more hesitant to explore, but made several short trips downstairs. At one point he made it all the way to the end of the hall and into Fred’s bedroom, wherein he came face to face with Newt and hissed and ran away. The kittens still spent the majority of their day (and night) upstairs in my room, but I expect that more exploring will happen in the days to come.
Lick, lick, CHOMP. Sofia Soy Sauce keeps Theo Pesto clean… and then tries to bite his face off.
(Sofia and Theo are with us for a few more weeks; they’re adoption pending (together) and will head home mid-October.)
2020: Constance with the skeptical eyes.
2019: No entry.
2018: The eyes, they are a-changin’.
2017: Playing a rousing game of Slappy Paws with Starburst.
2016: “::SIGH:: I guess if you gots to rub the belleh, you gots to rub the belleh. Make it quick.”
2015: “Why you keep us in this tub, you awful woman?”
2014: No entry.
2013: The Sopranos are one month old!
2012: “You get away from that string, that is MY string, and you are not invited to share it!”
2010: There needs to be a feather boa involved.
2009: And how can you put down a sleeping kitten? (You can’t.)
2008: No entry.
2007: I don’t think it’s possible to take a bad picture of Elle.
2006: Warning: cat cannot hold her licker.
2005: “Who, me? No, I wasn’t going to climb into the fireplace. Nope, not me!”