It was a bright and sunny morning, here in Faux-n-phony, VA, when "drown'd dog" Faux-n-phony Bill (who isn't really named Bill, didn't actually drown and does not live in a burrow, as a groundhog would) emerged and saw his shadow.
|Hark! I think I see-eth my shadow! (way up over yonder in the sky) ;)|
Much to his chagrin, there will be three more weeks of foster kittens*...
...And hiding in a running shower for protection (it's happened three more times since the Purrassic Park incident).
|It is unsafe out here. May I come in?|
My poor little drown'd dog. :-)
*The kittens are nearly 8 weeks old and went for routine vaccines and a weight check today. They must all be at least 2 lbs. and 8 weeks before they can be spayed/neutered and placed for adoption. The smallest, teeny Bob, weighs 1 lb., 6 oz. (but is otherwise in perfect health). (The other two are just shy of 2 lbs.) I will take them all back for more vaccines and a weight re-check in two weeks. If Bob is of weight at that time, they will all get in the queue for sterilization. And I will probably cry (when Jon Farleigh isn't looking).