And the top of the little blue cat tree.
Lincoln loves petting (sometimes.)
He is easily lured with the feather teaser.
We’ve started bringing Lilly into the foster room to meet Daisy – for just a few minutes at a time – to see how it goes. It’s gone fine so far. Daisy keeps a close eye on Lilly, but doesn’t seem stressed or worried by her. I did catch this series of pictures during Lilly’s first visit.
Lilly caught sight of Daisy and came closer for a sniff.
She got about this far, and then…
Backed off. There was no hissing or growling from Daisy, just a look that clearly said “Come no closer, kitten,” and Lilly obeyed that directive.
Last night we brought Lincoln in to visit (along with Lilly) for about 10 minutes. It went okay – he got too close to Daisy at one point, she growled lightly, and he backed right off. We’re going to try a longer (supervised) visit with both of them today, and then perhaps a long visit this afternoon. I’m getting a little antsy about having fosters all over the place, and would like to have them in one room (and also, I think they’re getting bored). I am also a little anxious about getting Lincoln and Lilly established with Daisy before her kittens come. Fingers crossed that it goes smoothly!
Daisy is all about being petted.
This picture of Trixie (the neighbor’s cat/ honorary permanent resident, who has taken up partial residence on the front porch) cracks me up. It’s from last June and she is so TINY.
Also from last summer. Such a SMALL girl.
And also from last summer – in her box on the front porch. (We finally had to throw that box away because it got wet.)
Posted on social media (Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Tumblr) yesterday.
Rabbit rabbit rabbit. (Lincoln)
From Wikipedia: “Rabbit rabbit rabbit” is a superstition found in Britain and North America wherein a person says or repeats the words “rabbit”, “rabbits” and/or “white rabbits” aloud upon waking on the first day of a month, to ensure good luck for the rest of it.
I’m not gonna lie – I think it would be hilarious if Daisy gave birth in the taco truck, but that sure would be a serious mess. Note to self: Put a washable pee pad on the floor underneath it, just in case.
Lilly is gaining confidence every day! First we’ve got her letting me boop her, then we’ve got her coming down from her tree and letting me pet her, and lastly we’ve got her in Fred’s office, playing with a toy mouse.
2022: Today [Franco Fondue is] going home to join his brothers Alfie Alfredo and Christopher Chutney in Mobile (Alabama).
2021: The kittens are named!
2020: I’m not sure what Pablo sees on the wall of the crate, but it doesn’t appear to meet his exacting standards.
2019: No entry.
2018: I peeked into the crate, and then I died from the cute.
2017: Dewey bounded over to Stefan to play, and Stefan responded by flipping Dewey onto his back and gnawing on him like he was a chicken wing.
2016: “::thlurrrp:: I swear I heard a clicking sound, but I don’t see – ”
2015: That Open Mouth of Outrage is ALL BUSINESS.
2014: No entry.
2013: No entry.
2012: Little stumpy the half-tailed kitten.
2011: Alice, Alice, Alice.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: Best picture of Spanky, EVER.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.