some more kittyspam!

this runs over a couple weeks, as I forgot to post once. Oops. :)

Dear E.B.,

I was right! I got to see you get adopted before I went home, yay! and I got to snuggle you, you cute little kissy tabbygirl. I'm going to miss you, but yay all the same!

Dear Sweetie,

You cute light orange tabby you, you seriously live up to your name. The first time I met you, you were understandably nervous as you were new, but the second time you'd gotten used to the shelter and were a mellow purry thing. You're one of those gentle kitties like Stormy, I can tell. No wonder the lady who rescued you (and named you very aptly, I might add) came back and decided to keep you herself. You have an awesome family now, and you probably already know it. *loves!*

Dear Lil Girl,

You're still cool with me! *beams* It's mutual, grey lady.

Dear Hobo,

Aww. I'm sorry you've got eye ickiness going on and that you have to be in a cage until it clears up. It would just be twice the icky if it spread to all the other floor kitties. Here's to it quickly sorting out and going away, so you can get out and be all lovey with people again.

Dear Zipper,

You can be a little pooh at times, and you probably know it. You can also be an absolute doll kitty though, so it's all good. I happen to think you're adorable because hey, long-haired tuxedo lap cat fuzzy, what's not to love? *cuddles*

Dear Rory,

You are incredibly cute! And you know, jumping into my arms from the countertop was a pretty good way to endear yourself to me. It also made Lela deadpan, "And now you know why he's getting adopted," which cracked me up. I didn't realize you had an even bigger thing about hair than Luz and Sam until you snagged mine, but you were warm and fuzzy and playful, so it was cool. And I got to see you and Rita (lovely Rita, meter maid!) get adopted together at the end of that day. Yay! I'll miss you, fluffy white tabby boy, but you've got good people.

Dear Angel, Amber and Ariel,

Yay for all three of you getting adopted together! Whoever took you home now has a houseful of tortie fluff. Congrats, girls!

Dear Delmonica,

Now I know to figure out who's curled up in the kitty bed at the top of the staircase before calling them by one name or other. I was completely sure it was Cricket hanging out there, because it usually is. I did a doubletake when I sat down to say hello and pseudo-Cricket was all purry and lovey and all about the nuzzling of sleeves. It took me a full minute to think that wait, maybe this is someone else, and when I realized that the swishy tail brushing my arm had a bent end I just about facepalmed and then went, "Oh no wonder! You're not Cricket, you're Delmonica!" Sorry for the name switch, Della. You didn't seem to care, at least. All that aside, you are super friendly! *cuddles*

Dear Jillian,

I cried when I heard. I love you, Jillie. We all do.