Foster Cats

The Lady and The Lord

I've taken in two foster cats, both are about 7 months old. I've nicknamed them (their original owner said that I could give them nicknames) today. They are now Lady Aster and Lord Baltimore. Lord Baltimore is the black, Lady Aster is the orange.

Lady Aster is a purring machine! She purrs so loudly that I'm sure she can be heard in another room. She is also very affectionate. Lord Baltimore is very gassy. He has stinky farts! But he is a sweetie. He has an extra toe on each front paw so it looks like he has these huge thumbs!

Smee has not been very pleased at the presence of the guests, but Ming has realized that there are two new frisky playmates to zoom through the house with. Mr. Doo and Mr. B are rather nonchalant about the whole thing.

There are six cats in the house--again. This is entirely too much cat to human ratio. My lap is not my own anymore. If I sit on the couch I am soon to be visited by something with four legs and fur. When I sleep at night I am hemmed in with cats all around. If it weren't for John calling me, on a daily basis my only conversations would be one-sided with the cats. At what point to I start adding to my name "Lori M. Carlson, Crazy Cat Lady"?