Sorry, no Crooked Acres pics today – it was overcast and rainy for the better part of the last week, so I never did go out with the camera. I should have better luck next week!
Polly the Dryer Inspector thinks I don’t empty the lint trap often enough.
Magoo in his box of paper.
And then joined by Thistle.
All five Pickles!
A Pickley Weed sammich! That Thistle (in the center) is a bit of a hussy, no? That’s Petey on the left, Joe on the right.
Smilin’ Polly.
Sleepy Joe.
“What? Is comfy!”
Sweet Miss Purslane.
Percy with attitude.
Thistle wonders where her two hunky slices of Pickle went.
I love Petey’s sweet baby face.
The Pickles are now spayed and neutered, have had all their vaccinations, and are ready to go when space comes available at Petsmart. Adoptions have been a bit slow, so it could be a while. We’ll see!
We put paper collars on the Pickles Monday night with their names written on them, so they’d know at the clinic who was who. Polly and Percy, who are accustomed to wearing collars, didn’t notice anything was different. Petey, Joe, and Magoo, on the other hand, tried to outrun their collars, and then tried to scratch them off, before forgetting that they were there. Tuesday morning when I opened the door to the guest bedroom to grab them and put them in carriers, I found that Petey was collarless. I still haven’t found it – he probably slipped it off and hid it somewhere, hoping that I wouldn’t notice – but he didn’t fight me when I put a new collar on him.
They were glad to see me yesterday morning when I showed up to pick them up, and when I got them home they came flooding out of their carriers, then stretched, ate, and acted as though nothing had happened. Polly was perhaps a little sleepier than usual during the day, but by evening they were all running around playing.
Stinkerbelle’s Big Adventure.
Checking to see if anyone’s on the platform.
Making extra sure there’s not someone up there.
Looking at the platform on the opposite side of the room, where Alice was sleeping.
Keeping an eye on Alice.
Having left a pile of barf on the platform bed (she’s so thoughtful, that one), Stinkerbelle heads back down, keeping an eye on Alice the entire time.
Hissing at Joe Pickle.
Running back to the safety of her kitchen cabinet.
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Previously
2011: Poor, sad, deprived kittens with no toys to speak of.
2010: (Reminder to self: bring ear plugs next time!)
2009: It’s just amazing!
2008: Pet store kitties.
2007: Their story is that they’re 5 sisters, about five months old, and they were, I believe, the kittens of a feral cat.
2006: So stop asking why, you stinkin’ peoples.
2005: Look guilty, don’t they?