so fare thee well to orion and Passat..please be good boys in your new foster home and do not beat up your new brother and sister. and their trial period officially begins.
all fingers and toes are crossed that they will happily be a great fit in their new family.
and saints welcomes our little shop girl who I have a sneaking suspicion, may be carrying some little hungry ones inside her. please baby..do not be pregnant.
she is a bit heavy around the middle and horking back tons of food like there is no tomorrow...I feel a bit sick, just watching how much she is stuffing in. she is going to puke again tonight.
anyway..i laid on the floor of her pen (ouch) until she eventually crawled out from under the playpen. we said hello and then she started to eat, and eat, and eat, and eat...are you kidding me? you can fit all of that in???? I have set her up with maximum privacy so she doesn't have to hide under the playpen. once she is settled and not so tense and nervous, I will move her back up to the suite. if she is going to have babies, I want them born in what at least looks and feels like a home without a bunch of animals and people stressing her out.
tonight is the coldest night of the year and thank god at least one sweet little cat is not hungry and freezing her ass off out there.