Well, Wednesday saw the last of the tinies leave the nest. We had grown so attached to Brother (seen here getting a bath from Grover Jay) that we thought about keeping him, but reason set in and we decided we had to get things back to normal - including the litter box cleaning schedule. All of the kitties are adjusting well to their new homes, from what I hear - they have been named George, Marble, Ollie, Ed (or Memnoch, maybe), and of course Yoda. Yoda, ironically enough, went to live with the girlfriend of a huge Star Wars fan, along with their collective Chiuaua, Golden Retriever, lizard, and who knows what else. Yoda is apparently ruling the roost - good for her.
Our cats are settling back into the routine of fighting over who got to the window seat first and whose catnip bag is whose. One of the neighborhood strays I take care of had a batch of kitties so I am trying to look out for her and keep her well fed; who knows, maybe we'll have another batch of tinies soon . . . but probably we'll just get back to the good old pictures of fat kitties - after being exposed to constant kitten food for the past 3 months, they are all ready for diets!!
