You with me now?
Well, that was an event called Pet-A-Palooza. It is a fundraiser for the local SPCA and other animal groups here in Las Vegas. Jo and I have avoided it for the past few years because we feared our lack of willpower when it comes to adopting new critters. Jo stumbled upon the possibility of fostering kittens and…lo! There are kittens!
We got the two little scamps eight weeks ago when they were four weeks old. They didn’t even have names; we spent the first few days calling them “the orange one” and “the white an orange one.” We worked hard on finding them a pair of literary names and finally settled on Scarlett and Tara (really? You don’t get the allusion?... try Wikipedia).
Scarlett came to us with a runny nose and a bit of an eye infection. We got the eye cleared up fairly quickly but she still has the sneezles.
Tara grows exponentially each day, both in girth and in fur. Scarlett remains hyper and wiry.
Tara purrs the minute you touch her; Scarlett likes to sleep in JoAnna’s hood.
They both sleep…. A lot. When they are not sleeping, they are attacking each other, JoAnna’s desk, Toby… but not Abby, never Abby.
On Sunday we take them back to the woman who runs the program… and pick up more.
In Love and Fur,
Cory
