Look what happened Tuesday night!
Yay, Maria! That leaves Orlando, Angelo, and Mariette still at Petsmart. Hopefully they’ll all go home SOON.
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Throwback Thursday: Spot.
We said goodbye to Spot in 2008, when he was 15 years old.
He was part of the Old Guard (Tubby, Spanky, Fancypants and Miz Poo), and he didn’t particularly care for other cats, but he tolerated them.
This picture is from shortly after we moved into this house. We didn’t have the fence up around the back yard, and so the cats weren’t allowed outside. This is Spot’s “This is not fair, lady” face. (Bonus photobomb from Mister Boogers’s tail.)
He was such a gentleman, that Spot.
We, unfortunately, don’t have any kitten pictures of him. He was a kitten long before digital cameras, and Fred didn’t take many pictures with a film camera (I… actually don’t think he HAD a film camera.)
His story is that he showed up on the patio of Fred’s apartment as a very scared kitten. Fred managed to make friends with him, and then hauled him off to be vetted and neutered.
Santa Spot.
“Not liking this ridiculousness, lady.” (That’s a young Sugarbutt in the bed with him.)
Spot was a super skittish boy for most of his life. But once he reached a certain age, it was like he thought “I’m not dead yet. Maybe strangers won’t hurt me!” and while he wouldn’t seek attention from strangers, he also wouldn’t run and hide.
He was just the sweetest boy!
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Tricki and Dennis, saying hello.
Tricki flirting with the feather(less) teaser.
“Put down that camera and pet me, lady!”
Livia in the window.
And having Deep Thoughts.
She is just such a sweet, pretty girl.
“I don’t get why that Thomas guy keeps looking up there.”
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Maxi, after her daily dust bath. She must think she’s part chicken.
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Previously
2013: “…three…four…five. Okay, there really ARE five. No matter how many times I count. It’s just… I don’t remember HAVING five. I only remember four. Maybe this is what they mean when they say you forget the pain of childbirth. Maybe you forget the actual one you’re birthing, too. I wish I’d forgotten birthing that one with the big head. That pain I can live without remembering.”
2012: “I whip it real good!”
2011: No entry.
2010: No entry.
2009: Look, I made a video to share the pain!
2008: “Hey. Where’d THOSE come from?!”
2007: “Squirrels do love cashews, Bob.”
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.