A Threesome

My three foster kittens are really no longer tiny kittens.  Clementine, Doodle and Parker have been with me since before the beginning of summer.  Often when you rescue older kittens, they don't get adopted through the summer months as there becomes a bit of a snatch-n-grab for the little guys.   

They've grown up at my house, and I've bonded with them so much that I'm starting to seek out little Doodle as my "nap buddy".  He lays on my chest and purr's until we both doze off.  We've all become very attached to these guys and they have become very attached to each other. 

Yesterday, Clementine proudly carried in a (very much alive) Chipmunk in her mouth from the "enclosed" cat den.  I won't go into details, but my son and I ended up tearing up the basement trying to recapture the terrified little thing.  When he finally scurried deep into the bowels of the storage part of the basement we had to give up.  Until...

...David and I came in from our evening walk with our geriatric dog Maggie.  We heard a flurry of activity coming from the living room and Doodle growling as he does when he has a play mouse in his mouth.  Several of the cats had poofed tails and I *knew*.   I screamed for David as I found Doodle with the (very much alive) Chipmunk in his mouth. 

I'm running in place screaming.  "DO SOMETHING!!!!"  David casually picks up Doodle, with the Chipmunk still in the mouth and walks out the front door.  David gives Doodle a little shake and he drops the little Chipmunk who scurries away - no doubt trying to find his chipmunk buddies to tell him about his "really bad day!" 

I don't know where this blog post is going tonight.  I wish my little guys would get adopted, but I'm in no hurry.  There's always something fun and exciting with Clementine, Parker and Doodle around.  They're always game to play "Kiss yer Mommy" with me. 

Until they get adopted, I can't foster the next little guy that needs me.  So I wait and hope. 

But I'm not hoping TOO much.