Room Service, Please!

Princess Eleanor has requested some pillow fluffing before retiring for the evening. Rosie, will you take care of that, please?

"Happy to."

"Ahh...comfy.

Please do not disturb."

Note: I will be off-line for a few days and unable to post or read your lovely comments until probably Friday. I look forward to logging back on with a most happy update on Russell and Myrtle. Y'all come back now!

Well, It's Happened Again

Myrtle and Russell have toddled off to the home where I know in my heart they were always meant to be. And they're together.

It's another one of those happy scenarios that Laurie and I have remarked on time and again. I had a good gut feeling about a potential adopter, things didn't play out as we'd thought, then BOOM! What was always supposed to happen came to be.

My heart is very happy today.

I'll share the story in more detail when I get an update from new mom. I think you'll like it.





The well-loved fortune cookie toy that Russell is saving for a little later (kind of like gum on the bedpost) was one of many gifts from Super Adopter/Kitty Food Donator (in conjunction with husband Roger) Laura!

The message is really meant for the two of them. Russell will vouch for me on that one.

Eleven Ounces of Eleanor

Her belly is full. She's purring.

Wait... What??

Goofballs.

By the way, that's paint on Brian's feet. He was a tremendous help today.

A Double Dose of Vitamin 'C'utie

Ricky and Brian are short-timers - just another week or so. But I couldn't let them leave without your meeting them.

Egad, they're sweet.

The Hiatus Continues

But so does the fostering.

This little newbie and his look-alike brother arrived on Thursday.

Myrtle and Russell had surgery yesterday and are officially available for adoption. I'm going to try like heck to find them a home together.

For the three of you who may not already know, Laurie over at IBKC is gearing up for her Dog-A-Thon fundraiser and we know how much fun that is!

Keep an eye over there for the next few weeks. She does amazing things to raise funds for our shelter. Remember! All monies raised are specifically designated for the kitties!

Thanks for checking in!

Russell's So Cute

The Kids Are All Right

Mytrle and Russell had a little adjusting to do after Alvin's departure. I think they realized he was gone and it took a minute (or two) for them to regroup. He was the ringleader after all.

But it's really quite sweet. Myrtle and Russell now spend lots more time together, and lots of time just being adorable. They're happy, happy little loves.

Yep, they're all right.

Alvin Update!

Jean posted a comment on the previous post that you might have missed, so here 'tis:

I love that picture of Zoe and I! What a sweet baby girl.

I'm pretty sure that I managed to get all of Alvin's one hundred and eleventy-seventy kisses in yesterday. However, since I had not been counting I figured I would start again today, just to be safe.

Things are going swimmingly. Zoe and Felix are a little pouty - but nothing that I don't think will pass fairly quickly.

I am finding that I have to 'wait until the baby goes down for his nap' before I can accomplish anything. For one - he's so stinkin' cute that it's totally distracting, and for two - he really likes to HELP. Which (of course) doesn't help :-)

Thanks, Jean! Keep those cards and letters coming!

Arrevederci, Adios, Adieu

Alvin has left the building.

Today was the day. The only saving grace is that he's staying in the family, mere blocks away. Sister Jean has hereby expanded her brood to three.

New volunteer orientation was held at the shelter today, so on my way there I delivered the boy to his mama. His new siblings are curious of course, but Jean and I both think this will be a smooth transition. Alvin is so easy going, he doesn't pose much of a threat.

The idea is that he will become a playmate for 3 year old Zoey, who will then hopefully give older brother Felix a rest. The two of them do love each other, but sometimes poor Feelie would just like to be left alone and Zoey (dear thing) doesn't grasp the concept. I've got a feeling she's about to get her comeuppance.

Here she is with Jean on her adoption day. Zoey and her brother were fosters of mine in the pre-blog days.



After orientation (where we had scads of new cat people - YAY!), I stopped by Jean's house again. Super volunteer Monica had made a special blanket for Alvin ("because he's special"), so I had the perfect excuse to see how he was doing.

He was doing fine.


Jean told me that she'd had a little conversation with Alvin, explaining to him that since it was his first day at his new home she would be giving him one hundred and eleventy-seventy kisses. By the time I arrived, she was roughly at the half-way mark.

Oh, yeah. He'll be just fine.

To Bengal or Not To Bengal?

When Alvin made his way to me from his crate in the Costco parking lot, I knew he was adorable. An adorable brown tabby - one of my faves.

Then he got so sick, lost a good deal of his pretty fur and was a bit of a sorry sight.

But the ugly duckling turned into a swan and person after person remarked that he looked like a Bengal. What did I know? I had no idea what a Bengal looked like. So to the internet I went.

I'm the furthest thing from an expert, but I gotta tell ya, the boy does seem to have a lot of the traits.

Here's a photo of a Bengal kitten that I found online:

Here's Alvin:


Bengal:


Alvin:


Again:


And again:


And then there's this: