Astrid is not an addict

This is not a picture of a cat doing cocaine. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't even know where to get cocaine. Or maybe she would because she was a street cat, but she's never talked to me about it if she does. Not that she talks to me at all. But yeah, she's not on drugs. This was likely just cream that I had stuffed her nose into. She was probably really happy about. But general levels of happiness. Not drug levels of happiness.

In which the kittens take over

I think I started writing a post about summer plans recently. I could look back at my posts and figure out if I actually did post it, but right now I'm lazy. S is taking a shower and I'm debating going into work today. I had initially planned on going in on Thursday and Friday, but I have no real plans for today, other than playing Skyrim, which isn't necessarily a great thing. Life is pretty good right now though.

I started fostering cats and kittens, with S's dubious approval and it's been a crazy experience. Those tiny kittens are fairly monstrous at times, but also just so cute! I can't help but post pictures. S's pictures because mine are usually horrible.

That is Henry. Who is still with us because he's apparently anorexic. Not a demon cat. He's all hair and bones. He gained some weight, then got into a plant and started vominting off the weight. Sure, the humane society says that he's just the runt and will get better now that his siblings are gone, but he can't fool me. He clearly has an eating disorder and needs kitty therapy.

There. The saga of the kittens and their mom, Astrid. I loved having them around, but it's been a real relief to know that they're finally gone and at good homes. 4 of the kittens were returned to the Humane Society, and all 4 of them were adopted in 4 days. Now, we just have to work on getting Astrid and Henry out of here and adopted by good pet parents. How could anyone resist those cute gray faces, though?

Just for good measure, though....

Henry... In all his non-demonic glory.