Tag: foster
Yesterday Bourbon Street was adopted. We’re sad to see this big-eyed, big-pawed kitten with the big appetite go, but consider ourselves lucky to have been able to spend as much time with him as we did. (We’re amazed someone didn’t snatch him up sooner.) Sweet dreams, Bourbon Street!
Leah recently came to us because she was in urgent need of a quiet place to recuperate after bladder surgery. She’s a big girl who doesn’t suffer fools gladly and is fiercely protective of her personal space—but we’re sure she’ll warm to us soon.
Meet our latest arrivals, Bourbon Street and Mardi Gras. These two party kitties may look ready to drop the hottest album of the Summer, but they are quite shy and have come to us for socialization to human interaction. It’s early days but they are slowly starting to warm-up to having us hang around their jam sessions.
Introducing our latest arrival, Roby. Roby, aka Rocket Roby, aka Wreck It Roby, is in foster after undergoing a tail amputation—hence the stylish plastic cone. He’s quite the departure from all our previous foster cats. He is a non-stop ball of energy and a real bull in a china shop. We’ve had to hide all our breakables and have started the process of acclimatizing him to his new, much shorter tail—which he tends to attack.
I am very pleased to announce that Snooker has been adopted. Diana and I are sad to see him go—and will miss his extremely loud purring, feeding time head butts and toothless love bites—but are very glad that this old feral has found a furever home.
Ladybug: Snooker’s staring at me again, isn’t he? Listen bubba, I’ve had just about enou…
Snooker: Girl, I have no idea what you’re on about.
Ladybug: …
Snooker: …
Ladybug: FML
