Sorry to hear, six.

I have spent hours searching for our neighbor's cat. Got out last Thurs night. Finally got dogs finding dogs out to help search. They caught a sent and set trail cams and traps to hopefully get him back.

 

My condolences to you and your wife, sixshooter. Always tough to let them go.

 

 

Sorry for your loss six.

 

At least some good news. The neighbor's cat was found late last night after nearly a week outside. I don't know if me searching or the fireworks in the area forced him out of hiding. He sat outside a neighbor's house and cried. They heard him and brought him inside.

 

Steve my coworker is fostering this beautiful female kitten. About a month old right now. I might be able to bring her down to you in towards the end of October when I am down that way next.

 

Pic broken

 

Kitty variety pack.

 

Am I the only one who is slightly nauseated by the odor of most dry cat food?

 

Sixshooter, my condolences to you and your wife. It's always terribly hard to let them go, but its usually for the best, and its never easy to do.

Monk, the little calico, omigosh

 

Rest in peace Bailey.

After a week off, Oscar is glad to be back at work.

 

Fredo doesn't like hanging out on the porch with us, but instead he sits inside on a stump and watches us through the window. But my brain is bigger than his.

 

Ok, I'm really missing Bailey. He was always around, requesting attention and involving himself in the daily routines. He knew the schedules and the cues and would place himself right ahead of us. So he was ready to be loved or fed or to be with us before the bedroom door closed when we got ready for work every morning. He never wanted to be excluded.

I'm not saying that I'm needy, but a man just needs a cat to love on.

So yesterday morning they found a ~2 month old kitty in the church. Nobody knows how it got in. It was really frightened. It really needed a home. And somebody else got it. But I told my family that it wasn't just me being needy, but dang it there were kitties out there who needed homes and we had a duty to provide a home to another kitty. And I'm not being needy but we've just got a responsibility to fulfill here.

So we went to the County shelter after lunch and we happened to locate a kitty that needed saving. Not because I'm needy, mind you, but because it was the right thing to do. I'm not needy, in case you are wondering.

I really miss my kitty. Dang it, I miss him. He was only about 8 years old.

So here's a potato selfie in low light of the new little girl on the back of the sofa with her paws on my shoulder last night.

 

I'm sorry to hear about Bailey Shooter, They take huge parts of us with them when they go.

 

I think someone already likes you

 

also:


Sleepy floofs!


This one traded its tail for thumbs!

Not my minions, but still cute little bastards.

 

Getting comfy in the new place. Started off a little apprehensive but is feeling safer and less nervous by the hour.

 

Pretty cat 6!
Once again, I have my hands full with kittens...

 

shes floofy!

 

Her hair is very fine and wispy and she is very thin and bony beneath it. She is small with very tiny feet and may have been undernourished her whole life. The pictures don't show it but she has a very long neck and long, slender legs. The noises we've heard from her have all been very shy and demure, like she's afraid to speak up. But she wants to be near us now. And she is starting to actively request attention by coming to us and rubbing against us.