Friday, September 25, 2020

Foster Friday

I think our weekly episode of Yellowstone, the Foster Kitty Edition, has now turned into a daily soap opera. Oh. My. Gosh.

Monday: Beth decided to escape and make her Foster Mama go around in circles. It was bedtime and all the kitties were eating their evening snack before bedtime in their two-room tent, but Beth didn't want to go back. She leapt off the couch and decided to instead make a run for it. First she hid under my chair. Then the other chair. Under the dining room table. The couch. Behind the refrigerator. Back under the chair. Other chair. And so on and so on and so on. Round and round we went. By the time she was finally tucked away for the night I'm not sure who was more tired. 

Don't let Beth's sweet little face deceive you. 
She can be a lively one.
Tuesday: The crew had to head back to Simply Cats for some bloodwork. Knowing how hard it was getting them out of the cat carrier when they first came here, I expected going back into the carrier would be just as hard. So I set the carrier on the counter, gingerly opened the door, placed a kitty in, and quickly closed the door. Next kitty. Next kitty. Next kitty. Then, as quick as a flash I saw this:
Now I didn't exactly see this squirrel scene from National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation but it was pretty darn close. See that big blob in the middle of the picture? In my case, it was Dutton who flew - yes, FLEW, across the room. From the counter to who-knows-where. Remember, Dutton was the one who was the hisser and lunger and had to be wrapped like a burrito when she first came here. But now she's so sweet and loving. Except when it comes to the carrier, I guess. 
Dutton in my lap on a day without a cat carrier nearby.
Tuesday was also Tutorial Tuesday when I shared how to make a no-sew fleece pet blanket. (You can find the tutorial here.) Kaycee was kind enough to model it for the viewers.
Her nose was a perfect color match for the blanket.
Wednesday: Mr. Ed (as in the husband, not the horse) decided he was going to play cards with the Yellowstone crew.
Beth was all in.
Dutton must have listened to Kenny Rogers ahead of time
because she knew when to fold them and when to walk away.
I think Rip was too busy watching the 
showgirls out on the casino floor.
Kaycee probably shouldn't have stayed up so late playing Roulette.
Monica thinks she can read the dealer's mind (and cards).
Thursday: While Rip wasn't exactly excited he would be heading to be neutered, he was very excited to be placed on the adoption floor. Next stop, a forever home! But it wasn't meant to be. As they were getting ready to do his surgery, the vet thought he might be getting sick and didn't think it was safe to put him under. I headed back to pick him up and saw this poor sight.
Poor baby.
I got him back in the car and cleaned up his eyes. Gave him a bunch of loving right then and there. I let him explore a bit and he was soon a very happy camper.
Look at his gorgeous coat.
So while he doesn't get to share his looks (and love) with a new family quite yet, he's content to stay right where he is. As are we.

Friday: Up until today, the kitties have had access to the two room tent, the couch, the climbing tree, the bridge (if you haven't seen the clown car video on the bridge you have to watch it here), and a section of the living room floor. But today was the big day. They are now old enough - and well behaved enough - to have run of a big space. Living room. Dining Room. Kitchen. Hallway. And boy, did they use the space.
One little missy tore down the bridge.
See the perpetrator under there?
Some little pink nose got in the way of pictures.
Chairs were discovered. And stolen.
Beth claimed the couch as her own while she cleaned.
Dang, too big to fit under the couch.
What? Foster Mama trying to use the laptop? Guess I should be sorry?
They learned about tunnels made from boxes.
And probably the thing making Mr. Ed most happy.
They became Boise State Bronco fans. Go Big Blue!
Let's hope next Friday we've moved back to a weekly episode. This daily soap opera life is exhausting.