A Tale of Seven Kitties

We are about to lose our youngest foster. Amani is going to spend a week at Pets to Go (only a week, caging her isn't the best thing) and will probably be off to Marin if she is not adopted during that week. When she arrived at our house she was skinny and hostile to the other cats, although she tolerated people quite nicely. Now she fits in perfectly well, has grown a round little tummy, and is a very affectionate wee girl. No more hissing and growling. She puts her paws up on my leg, asking to be picked up much the way very small children do. We will miss her so much and hope that she finds a great home, with at least one person who absolutely adores her.

Another short-term foster came into the house this evening. She was on the execution cart at the shelter but was rescued by Mary and Rosemary. She looks like a white cat wearing a black mask and cape and they are calling her Zorro. She is quite poufy, and we are hoping she meets the needs of one of the ladies in Nancy's office. If not, she is also scheduled to be off to Marin in a week. Luckily, a week isn't enough time to bond with and get so attached to a cat, so I won't cry for this one.

This was the special holiday for the Black Prince and he even got his very own Halloween card from way back east. We told him that he was extra special and the day celebrated him. He told us that it would be more appropriate to give him tuna than to be passing out Tootsie Rolls and spider rings to a bunch of kids. Pass out goody bags we did, however. Did you all get a bunch of Ninjas this year? Alex actually knew what they were. I thought they were Rangemen, but I guess Stephanie Plum isn't appropriate bedtime reading for children.

Everybody else stayed fairly calm and quiet for the celebration. They don't mind this one so much. It's July Four that they really dislike. Independence Day is simply too noisy for cats. Carm and the Wondermouse both hid in the small appliance cupboard for a while, but I think that was just because we got a spot of thunder. Or maybe because the George Foreman grill always smells a little bit like Salmon.

I'm off to Bodega Bay for a long weekend tomorrow morning. To that end I bought a platter of "premium" cookies at Bel Air, baked an apple pie, and pulled a couple of bottles of wine out of the rack. There won't be any cats there. How will I survive?