I feel like I have forty eleven cats right now. There is a pretty blue-eyed Siamese-y looking stray that keeps dumping her babies on us PLUS we wound up with two other homeless kittens. I’m fixing them as I can and I’m trying to get Mama to hang out long enough to be caught and fixed. Just an fyi y’all:
And a gratuitous snuggly kitten picture because KITTENS:
In the mmeantime I’ve rehomed two of them, but still have two. B has adopted one of them so I know she is going to have to stay. She is the sweetest, most patient cat. B just hauls her around with his toys and she stays with him. She sleeps in his bed and hangs out in the crook of his arm when he is on the couch watching movies.
He is trying to look past me at his movie while I was taking the picture. Stinker.