Sunday 25 May 2014

BASKET FULL OF KITTENS

All our adorable kittens sleep, play and eat in their basket.  I don't know which activity is more entertaining to watch.



Stacey on guard
Ready to play

They are so cute when they are play fighting!


The full color spectrum of kittens


Or would you prefer all white or pure black?


Laverne & Ralphie

Shirley & Ritchie

They are all old enough now to be cuddled and kissed, and believe me I've been giving them plenty!  I have also given my family and friends free reign to do the same.  All the adoration that's coming their way ... poor kittens won't know what hit them!


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One of my friends came by to feed the kittens when I was work and had a hilarious experience that I just have to share:


"Yesterday was fun. 

Right in the middle of playing with the baby kittehs, a GIANT black spider (like one of those huge wolf spiders) comes running into the bathroom. 

I start panicking. You know I hate spiders. I'm crying (on the inside), the kittens are crying (ok, more than likely they are just chatting and being kittens), and suddenly he starts to charge towards us like he has some sort of vendetta for taking over the bathroom with cuteness. So I take the only weapon that I have: the feather toy, which only moments before was providing a fun and enjoyable evening for all involved and I swat the spider. 

Well, that didn't do much, cause you know, it's a feather. The spider goes running behind the kitty litter boxes, more than likely to plan his next attack and I'm left shaking, cause I haven't seen one of those spiders in awhile, and they are damn terrifying. But I've gotta save the kittens right? So I tell them I'll be right back, and I run into the kitchen and grab a glass, thinking that I'll catch the spider and let him go outside, no harm done and hey, while I'm at it, I'll take a photo of him to send to you cause why not? :)

So I come back with the glass, and I'm slowly pulling back the kitty litter, and all the kittens are trying to figure out why i'm moving the kitty litter so they start swarming. "No baby kittehs," I say, transporting them back to their bed, "it's dangerous!" Of course I keep on having to switch between trying to find the spider and trying to keep the baby kittehs away, cause they have no idea what I'm saying. 

Finally I move the litter box enough to see the spider. It's like he's waiting for me to find him, like the villain at the end of all the superhero movies. He's under the cupboard in the corner, lurking in the shadows and all that. If he had a dark, twisted monologue about how he and I are the same, that's where he would've said it. So while this spider is doing his little monologue and staring me down, I reach for the feather thing to poke him to get him out. Then, in a super lightning motion, he comes out way too fast, and he's hurdling towards me. So I take the cup and in my attempt to capture him... 

I squish him. 

He explodes into a oozy, crumpled mess between the cup and floor. 

1. I'm like gagging cause there's dead spider guts on the bathroom floor, and 
2. I'm now sad that I didn't get a photo to go along with this horrible story. 

I hope you're having fun at work  o.O 

Yes, I washed the cup."

My friend is a creative writing student at UBC.  She's got a way with words.

Vancouver Orphan Kitten Rescue Association

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