After dropping off the foster kittens earlier this week, the resident cats were happy to have their cat room back. They insist it’s not a foster room. Except that both Woodrow and Harley used it as a foster room when they first arrived here. So really, they should understand that it may be occupied occasionally.
In other news, Olive decided to become an extremely picky eater this week. So much so that I had to get her an appetite stimulant yesterday. Here’s to hoping for a quiet and uneventful weekend!
Time for a Raise
Woodrow: Hey Mama, wanna join me in the catio?
Mama: I can’t right now. Gotta do the 9 to 5 job thing.
Woodrow: My 9 to 5 involves catio time, sleeping and looking adorbs.
Mama: You do your job very well.
Woodrow: Yeah, I’ve been thinking about asking for a raise.
Dexter: Mama, am I still your baby boy?
Mama: Always, why?
Dexter: Because I saw you bring four kittens into the house today.
Mama: Those are just foster kittens. We’re not keeping them.
Dexter: You said the same about Woodrow and Harley.
Woodrow: Foster kittens, listen up! As a former foster cat, I have a lesson for you!
Kittens: (in unison): Yes, Mr. Woodrow?
Woodrow: Sometimes humans put goofy things on us like this bow tie. They think it makes us look cute or handsome. Regardless that it’s true, you must resist. Only allow them to do this a few times a year. And be sure to name your price beforehand. Like treats five times a day for a week. Or no nail trims for a month. Got it?
Kittens: (in unison): Yes, Mr. Woodrow!
An Empathetic Cat
Sophie: Whew, Mama. I’m pooped! It was hard work taking care of those foster kittens this weekend.
Mama: You didn’t do a thing.
Sophie: Well, it was hard work watching you take care of them. I’m a very empathetic cat, you know. For example, I watched you feed them and it made me hungry.
Mama: I’m not sure you understand what empathetic means.
Olive: Mama, let’s show everyone my beautiful tortie tummy.
Mama: Can I rub it?
Olive: No! It’s for looking at only. Unless I ask you to rub it. And that’s usually at 3:07 in the afternoon for 14.2 seconds. Don’t you know the tummy-rubbing schedule by now?
Harley: Mama, did you see that mess around the litter box?
Harley: It wasn’t me, I swear.
Mama: I didn’t think it was you.
Harley: Oh good. I’ve trained you well.
Dexter: Mama, Sophie is laying on my bum and I can’t stretch out.
Mama: Make her move.
Dexter: I tried! She won’t budge.
Sophie: Dexter, your bum is like laying on a big soft cloud. Now hold still!
Dexter: Mama, was that a compliment?
Bonus Flashback Friday
Dexter: Mama, pay attention to meeeeeee!!!
Photo from 2013 – back when we only had two cats (gasp!), Dexter and Olive.
We hope everyone has a wonderful weekend! Be sure to check back on Wednesday for a very cool giveaway!