Sights from around Crooked Acres.
“It’s too cold out there for us, lady. We’ll just stay in here and keep warm, thanks.”
Pigs are off to freezer camp this weekend. I’ve upped their daily ration of chocolate chip cookies.
::thlurrp::
Dancin’ pup.
I love these dawgs.
In the background, the raised beds we put behind the back yard last summer. In the foreground, the new raised bed (not filled yet). I haven’t decided what I’m going to plant where, but now I’ve got plenty of room to plant it in!
Yesterday morning, I headed out to the adoption center to check on Rhyme and Corbie. I decided that I’d go and spend a little time with them each day for at least the first week, and maybe they wouldn’t be as scared.
Well, really, it wasn’t Rhyme I was worried about – he’s not a scaredy-cat. But when I left Petsmart Tuesday, Corbie was hiding in the litter box looking terrified. I wanted to cuddle and reassure him in hopes that he’d be less scared. I figured it was worth a try, anyway.
When I got there, Rhyme was hanging out in the cage, and Corbie was hiding in the litter box. I spoke to them through the glass, and they both perked up. A manager let me into the cat room, and when I opened the door to the cage, Rhyme came out and meowed at me, then started sniffing around, checking out a toy on the floor, and just generally acting like himself.
Corbie had to be coaxed out of the litter box, and when I picked him up, he hid his head under my chin and shook. I was there about half an hour, and Corbie shook the entire time. Finally, I called Fred and then I called the shelter manager.
I hereby officially give up. Corbie and Reacher will not be making the journey to Petsmart again. If someone stumbles across their pictures and descriptions on Petfinder or in the book at the adoption center or even on my site and falls in love with them, that would be fabulous. If not, well, they’ve got a safe place here as long as they need one.
I moved Rhyme from the big cage he was sharing with Corbie, to a medium-sized cage. I feel sad, leaving Rhyme there all alone, but unlike Reacher and Corbie, Rhyme is fairly outgoing. He’s also personable and very pretty, and I don’t worry about him the way I would have worried about leaving Corbie there. I believe that Rhyme will be adopted quickly because he’s such a sweet and friendly boy.
Since there’s a large cage available at the adoption center, Drum and Clairee (who came home with me Tuesday) will be going to the adoption center today. That was fast!
Drum and Clairee grew up to be such beautiful cats that I literally took hundreds of pictures of them yesterday. You’ll forgive me for posting so many pictures of cats who were only here about 48 hours, won’t you?
First, this is what they looked like one year ago:
Clairee.
Drum.
This is Clairee. One thing I love about her is the sprinkling of white hairs on her back.
And on the right is Drum. He looks like he could be a Bookworm, doesn’t he?
Watching the teaser toy.
Clairee in the front, Drum in the back.
Check out the attitude they’re giving each other!
They’re so sweet and playful, these two.
Drum, thinking deep thoughts.
“Hallo, lady.”
Clairee swishes by.
She has got the MOST incredible eyes.
The rest of their pictures will be posted tomorrow.
PS: Jan Brady was adopted Tuesday night!!!
Newt in the sun on the side porch. Good ol’ Newtles.
Previously
2010: I have to admit that Fred’s the one who started referring to it as Gen Pop, but I picked it up immediately.
2009: [Have you ever…?]
2008: No entry.
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: “How do they grow salt?”
2004: Stalkers, beware!
2003: Did you hear that Tubby was a hero over the weekend?
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: Can I just say that I loathe the hell out of those gaunt, haggard-looking bitches, Joan and Melissa Rivers?