One of those days

I got home last night and Pete had got into the “green” bin and pulled out the chicken bones from the chicken I cooked him last night! Not exactly gratitude. I cleaned up chicken bones and vomit (maybe from Pete, maybe from Jonesy). I think he’s ok but I’ve let my foster coordinator know and I’ll keep an eye on him. He’s really bad for getting into things. I’m not used to this; the resident cats have absolutely no interest in people food.

Then I went into the kitten room and found my x-acto knife blade protector/cover lying on the floor!!!! A panicked search for the actual knife and a thorough examination of three kittens followed. It’s all good. But the knife (and its cover) are now in a drawer. (Not in the pencil pot that had been knocked over.)

I turned around and someone else (Murphy or Jonesy) had vomited! I cleaned it up.

THEN I went past the bathroom and saw this:

At least it made me laugh.

Later, I noticed the cat-bed-cushion on the loveseat moving!

She was completely hidden underneath it but after a bit I got this shot.

And later little Miss Copycat got in the crate action:

She’s quite hard to see on the spotted blanket when there isn’t a camera flash going of. (You can see the access points in the background.)

There’s a lot going on this week and I’ve already been rushing around like a maniac, with lots more to come. So the funny and the cute are a nice antidote to rushing and worry (about chicken bones and not eating).