Yesterday I drove the new kittens to the shelter, so now they are also the old kittens. Just the newer old kittens.
Baby, the last holdout from our older old litter of kittens, had been adopted. Tom figured this out by the fact that when he came home Baby was not running around our house. She had been at the shelter a week or so ago when I dropped in for some vitamin supplement for the newer kittens. All by her lonesome. It took a lot for me to not snatch her up then. If the newer (now also old) kittens were not so ill, I might have done so.
But the plan is to have Spike, Celeste, and Pixie be our last permanent felines for quite a while.
This last kitten litter (the newer old ones) were cute and fun and needy, but none of them tugged at my heart quite the way Baby did. So it was easy to load them up and send them on their way.
I then came home and did a lot of random puttering about the house. At one point I was on the computer. Spike jumped in my lap and drooled on me for a good 10 minutes. I believe that was my reward for chasing the annoying little shits out of the house. Then in the evening, both Celeste and Pixie insisted on sleeping in the bed.
Right after Celeste puked on the sofa.
(We are too rural for trick-or-treaters, and it rained all day so the downtown Halloween event was a bust. There is a ton of candy left at the shop and I’m seriously considering just throwing it out in the most wasteful spectacle of the year. So. Much. Sugar. Luckily I also brought chips and guacamole for lunch so I’ve got a balanced meal today.)