Who am I kidding? ~
Okay, so I knew I'd keep one. ~
The chickens rode along nicely in a cat cage. Well, we had to roll the windows down after a couple of poops in there. ~
The kittens were not happy in their cage and little, tragic meows broke my heart. My BIL said, "I'm surprised you girls haven't got them out on your laps yet." He still calls us girls. He he. I was already out of my seatbelt and opening the cage when he said it.
This little fellow was more than happy to curl up with his aunty. ~
The pair of girls rode with me. That is, until they discovered the vintage doll house I bought. "Let's get in here! Let's play fight in here! ~
Checking out their new digs. Whoa, running up and down this chaise is fun! ~
I want up there, too! ~
Play, play, play and then, conk out cold. ~
Because I'm great at making animals stay in crates, they wound up sleeping in my bed. They bit my feet, scratched the heck out of my legs and came right back up when I put them on the floor. By night three, I had the night time 'free for all' down to the occasional reprimand.
And, Utah? I'm pretty sure he swore when he saw what I'd brought home. They raced toward him and he froze them in their tracks with a Grandpa glare. He chooses to spend his days on the patio now. ~
What, no pictures of fun loving Maeve? When she's not hissing at the kittens, she's hiding or making me feel bad with her hunger strike.
This little guy was already spoken for and has gone on to his new home. ~
As for the girls, well, I'll find homes for them just as soon as I'm done feeding my unicorn.