Monday, June 8, 2015

A year with kittens

A year ago, our house was feeling empty when our old cat died. He had cancer and a severe case of the grumps, but he still left us feeling like something was missing. That was when I had the brilliant idea to foster kittens. But look at these little faces. How could we not keep them? Hobbes made himself at home the moment he found the food dish.

 Cinderella showed no fear. She has since learned to fear thunder. She still loves to play with string.

This is their mother, Padme. It took some serious coaxing to get her to come out and join the family. She has since found a family of her very own.

Cinderella loves her toys. Hobbes has grown fond of the toys too - as long as they contain catnip. He walks around the house meowing whenever he is carrying one around. Sometimes we have to hide his toys at night.

Cinderella is a big helper.  She acted as a prop for Halloween.

Hobbes likes to show off his bunny butt.

Cinderella will never let her brother outdo her on the weirdness scale.

Hobbes was sure he was the best gift ever. (He's right.)

Cinderella checking out the toys we made for the homeless kitties at the shelter.

Hobbes didn't like the plant.

It takes too much effort to stand and drink. Love the water dish, Cinderella. Love it.

Cinderella waiting for favorite human to get out of the bathroom.

So there you have it. A year with the kitties. We don't feel like we're missing anything anymore. (Except for maybe some homework and legos) My next blog will not involve kitties. Promise.