Get ready for National Feral Cat Day!

Certainly, there are a lot of "national name-your-favorite noun" days, but this one is particularly close to my heart these days.

Your moment o' cuteness, part 2

One of the sweetest things I've ever seen is the amazing connection between Rififi and Clementine. They sleep curled up together, groom each other, and chase each other throughout the house. They're the best of friends ... so far. Dan says the real test will come as Clementine gets a little bigger and less kittenish. Will a power play ensue? Only time will tell, but for now, these cats are nothing short of adorable together.

Pico: Just peachy!

This weekend, I had the pleasure of visiting Pico and his new family at their home. Pico has become quite a stunning cat; almost all of his "kitteny" looks are gone. Strangely enough, Pico is definitely the largest of the three kittens now: his paws are gigantic, and he's quite "tall" in cat terms. Pico, who is also occasionally known by the moniker "Peaches," loves to watch the world from the second-story loft in his new home, and enjoys playing with homemade cat toys his people construct for him out of shoeboxes and paper. He's definitely a lucky cat!

An update from Floyd's new family

Here's an update from Floyd (formerly known as Sr. Gris)'s new family:

Little Floyd has grown friendlier by the hour. He's gone from kitty
totally afraid of every move mama makes to a relatively well-adjusted
kitty that hangs out with a big family of 6! He's even made some
progress with the other animals in the house.

I have to hand it to whoever taught Floyd his covering habits... he's
one very dilligent cat. He digs and digs and digs, does his thing, and
then spends 5 minutes covering it. He doesn't seem to throw all the
litter out of the pan either, which pleases me immensely. What a
polite little man.

He's also become very vocal kitty. He's meowed at me several times,
not even in response to me speaking to him. He's got the most delicate
little sound, in fact, it can almost be described as "a squeak."

I woke this morning to Floyd playing in the room. He's very playful.
When he plays with the feather on a stick, he grabs it, hisses at it,
then bites it as if he were a lion, piercing the jugular of his prey.
It cracks me up how seriously he takes his play. Also, you were right,
the balls with bells in them are probably his favorite thing but he
has taken an interest in attacking my fingers as I type.

He's just a ball of joy. Everyone is in love with him and he just gets
cuter by the moment. It has been 2 days and can't even imagine life
without him.