Challenger’s House is having a raffle! Check out the great prizes above. The drawing will be on Sun December 20th. Tickets are $5 for 1 or $10 for 3 – you can call Challenger’s House (256.420.5995) and buy your raffle tickets that way.
The money, of course, goes to a very good cause!
Wednesday night/ Thursday morning I had a very long and involved dream that Terry had been adopted. I woke up once or twice and went right back into the dream. In the dream, I even called Susan, the shelter manager, and said (I kid you not) “Did Terry really get adopted, or did I dream it?”
When I woke up, I was disappointed to realize that it was, indeed, a dream.
Well, I MUST BE PSYCHIC, because guess who got adopted last night!!!!
Not only did he get adopted, he got adopted alongside another Challenger’s House kitten, Treat, so he’ll have a little brother to play with.
I can’t tell you how relieved I am that all of the True Blood kittens now have loving homes.
It’s a Christmas miracle!
I can tell you that it’s probably a good thing he was adopted. Fred and I had decided that if he was still unadopted when it was time for the Wonkas and Cookies to go to the adoption center, we’d bring him home to give him a break from the cage.
And I’m pretty sure he would have ended up here permanently.
It is truly amazing that I ever manage to get anything done around here. (Pardon the weird angle of the picture. Fred snapped that.)
All five Cookies to the right of me.
All four Wonkas to the left (and Tommy in the background!)
Hydrox had better things to do, and abandoned his sisters, who sat and looked grumpy for a little while before going back to sleep.
The Cookies are going to be spayed and neutered on Monday!
Previously
2008: I was under the impression that chickens don’t like to be wet at all, but they seemed to be handling it pretty well.
2007: I’m telling you, the book-buying thing. It’s an illness!
2006: I did a lot of nothing yesterday
2005: (If you must know, it’s the “Tinferl” that really hit my funny bone. I don’t know. Don’t look at me like that. Shaddup.)
2004: Those two just make me shudder. And not in a good way.
2003: “Hey!” he thought to himself. “I think that might be the same bird and the same feeder!”
2002: “That’s okay, Bessie. I hate you sometimes, too,” he said.
2001: No entry.
2000: A blue spark leapt from my tender, sensitive pinky finger to the door of the Jeep in the Wal-Mart parking lot, and I all but screamed.
1999: But if I end up MIA, y’all know where to tell the cops to look…
It’s always good when another cat gets a home – well done you for helping to make it possible. I don’t know how you type with all those kittens 😀
Love the photo of you typing with a batch of kittens in your way.
A Christmas miracle-hurrah! It must be such a weight off your shoulders when all your lovingly cared for kitties go to good homes. Such a cute picture of you with all the kitties, and the one still in the cat bed is cracking me up, because he is seemingly above all such nonsense.
So happy the True Bloods have homes for the holidays! Everytime I see those Cookies, I think that we must bring one here – Beau could really use some same-species company. I know I keep saying that…let’s see how full of crap I am…
LOVE that pic of you typing around all the kittehs! I used to do that same thing: but with a fat cat on my lap. I never dreamed one day I’d do that with a min-pin dog on my lap, but I do sometimes!
So happy the last True Blood got adopted. You give the fosters such love, they can’t help but find loving homes!
Oh Robyn, that is such great news about the True Bloods all finding homes. Little Terry having another kitten to grow up with is the best. Kitties are best in groups, in my opinion! 🙂 xoxoxox
It seems good things do really come to he who waits. It’s so wonderful that Terry is going home with a fur buddy in tow. You must be a superioir typist if you can mange with a bunch of adorable distractions in the way.
LOL! “Cookies to the left of me, Wonkas to the right/here I am stuck in the middle with you!”
No, wait, you need to get Miz Poo to sit on your lap, then it’d be “… stuck in the middle with Poo.”
I think we should come up with song lyrics that you (AND FRED) have to act out photographically with cat props. It could be a fundraising thing for the shelter – I’ll donate $10 for you to post a picture of “Wonk’s* to the left of me, Cookies to the right/Here I am, stuck in the middle with Poo.”**
*I switched their locations and dropped the -a on Wonkas for verisimilitude to the original lyrics.
**It should probably be noted that I have a fever of a hundred and stupid right now, so this idea might sound horrible in the morning. But right now, I am preparing my Nobel Peace Prize acceptance speech for my success at ending violence around the globe, on account of everyone being so busy coming up with catrified song lyrics for you to pose to that they’ve no time to fight.
I have actually done a “stuck in the middle with Poo” before, years and years ago, but I’ll see what I can work up for you, Elayne. 😀