If you missed yesterday’s entry, we’re talking about crystal litter in the comments.
Now, how about the Cat Genie – anyone have experience with that?
First, the good news because I can’t wait to tell y’all – yesterday, Orange AND Blue were adopted! Not together, but to very good homes. Didn’t I say they were going to go quickly?
When I got to the adoption center yesterday, I put the three girls in a big cage and Hydrox and Keebler in a smaller cage. The girls just flopped down on the beds in their cage, completely unconcerned. Hydrox and Keebler, on the other hand, went and hid in their litter box.
I hate it when they do that because it makes me feel EXTRA bad (like I need anything to make me feel even worse, right?)
I went to their cage and talked to them, and they both came out to be petted and cuddled, and then when I put them back in, into the litter box they went.
I told them I loved ’em and to stop being drama queens, and then left.
I don’t suspect either of them (or Pink) will be there much longer, though. Who can resist those little faces?
Okay, before we get on to pictures of them, how about a look back to how they looked when they first came to us, way back at the end of October:
And now:
Hanging out atop Elwood, who doesn’t appear to mind much.
Sweet little Blue.
Keebler. What a smug little face!
Snoozin’ Keebler.
Hydrox on the printer.
“Behind you! Quick! A serial killer! Or nothing at all! One or the other!”
Hydrox snuggles with Miz Poo and Tommy. Never thought I’d see the day when Miz Poo would put up with this.
Keeping an eye on the other kittens.
Orange, in the bed with Miz Poo. I love how annoyed they both look.
Last weekend, Fred kept putting kittens in his sweatshirt and walking around with them. They were not so thrilled.
Blue, Keebler and Hydrox, snoozing.
I do have a few more pictures, which I’ll share with y’all tomorrow. ‘Til then, here’s a movie to keep you entertained. This is just after I bought the new carrier, and Hydrox thought it was THE BOMB.
Tomorrow, you also get to meet the new guys. That’s right, new guys!
Here’s a peek (there are two of them):
Previously
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: And my Self said “Wow, that sounds like a pain in the ass.”
2006: “I had a double serving of beans last night/ and I’ve got some hard gas going on/ Pull my finger, baby.”
2005: Back from Maine!
2004: My parents’ Christmas decorations.
2003: And yet, show me a zit and I’m on it in two seconds flat.
2002: “IF YOU WERE THAT FUCKING INTERESTED IN HOW MUCH EVERYTHING COST, YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN PAYING ATTENTION WHEN SHE WAS RINGING IT ALL UP!”
2001: My body gave me two birthday presents yesterday – my period (a day early) AND a mild return case of conjunctivitis.
2000: In his narcotic cough syrup-induced haze, he nodded sympathetically and hacked a big green chunk of lung onto his plate.