The best thing about our cat room is that, although small, it gives the cats who want to a chance to get out and walk around and look at things and relax. Dagwood, Hopper and Chairman took advantage of that time.
Dagwood lounged on the table, and tried to make the acquaintance of any cat who would put up with it.
We found out that Hopper loves the feather toy, and when she got herself propped against the wall just right she could really grab for it.
Chairman got some lap time. Unfortunately, it turns out that this sweet and mellow boy had intestinal parasites and needed to go back to see the vet.
Even with Ima nearby chasing the laser, he was totally chill.
He inspected things, as they all do.
When Dagwood tried to make the acquaintance of Hopper, she considered his offer.
Then, perhaps because she knows she’s not 100% anymore, she soundly rejected it.
Just another day in the cat room.
This sweet little girl named Ima was our second female buff tabby in a month! She has already been adopted, which is no surprise, as she liked attention. She was busy chasing the laser pointer so I didn’t get much in the way of pictures.
She tried to get Hopper to play with her in the tunnel, and Hopper expressed some interest.
This fellow was slated to go back to the vet, because he had raw spots where he’d scratched behind his ears, and there was no information in his paperwork to indicate that this was known and on its way to healing. We never saw him scratch during the two hours we were in the cat room; he may have had a bad case of mites that was treated, but we didn’t want to let him mix with the others just in case.
He was SO sweet and wanted nothing but to be petted, and when you opened his cage he butted your face with his head and gave kisses. He will make someone a great companion.
And he was beautiful.
The little tortie cat who appeared in last week’s “Visitors” post was being adopted as we were arriving. She was a lovely sweet little thing and her new family was going to call her Angel. That was the only adoption we recorded last week; the Exorcist kitty seems to have been sent back to see the vet along with Shylo and Suzanne.
Everyone else with us in the cat room last weekend had a name beginning with S.
This girl’s name was Suzanne, she was very sweet, and I sang a song to her.
This fellow was called Star – he was pretty shy and wanted to be left in peace, but he seemed gentle.
This guy was named something on his cage tag, but the information in his file indicated that he’d been named Snuggles. I thought he was a one-eyed boy but he must have just been winking because later on he had two perfectly round eyes.
And this is Shylo, a pretty calitabby girl who was confusing. The weekend before, she had purred and rolled and made biscuits and then suddenly applied ten claws to the petter – multiple times. This weekend she kept to herself, and no one had had further blood drawn during the week, so maybe she was just having a bad day.