I'm tired of reading about FISA, and Rush Limbaugh, and the media endlessly parroting whatever lines Rove & accomplices provide. It makes me weary to read about purity, or lack thereof. I'm getting to be Madeline Kahn grade tired...
There's nothing that helps me relax and feel good quite the way a pootie diary does. So I'm putting one up, and I invite you to join in!
Last fall, in late September, the stray I trapped had her kittens. Here they are at about 7 weeks of age, waking up from a nap; from the left, clockwise, you have Jellybean, Sasha, Rocky, Tilly (Matilda), and Sweet Pea:
Here's the proud mama, PrettyGirl:
And here she is again, happy as can be while nursing the entire crew:
They all found wonderful homes, I'm happy to say. Jellybean, the black one, found a home with sillia, from DailyKos. :-) And the tortie, Sweet Pea, still lives with me and has turned into a ridiculously trusting sweetheart.
This spring, in April, I was called upon to take in 3 kittens, not yet weaned. The (feral or stray) mama could not be located, and they were terribly hungry, scrawny, noisy, and in a bad place (on top of a building in a railyard).
Here they are, first awful photo; scrawny, hungry, and filthy:
One, prior to bath:
They sure cleaned up nicely, though; from the top, there's Imeny, Tuya, and Meryt:
This trio was adopted by annetteboardman, from DailyKos. And she's now officially a crazy cat lady, at least according to the infinite wisdom and humor found at icanhascheezburger.com:
So tell me about your pooties tonight!