The kitties came home this morning. As usual, they were a little nuts after being in the cages. Fuzzy tends to unleash a torrent of solid or liquid every single time he is in the cage. Joy. But, Anna Mae is a lady and waited until the facilities were available.
I just spent some time in the room with them. Fuzzy is much calmer and Anna Mae is obviously feeling a bit exhausted from all the excitement and the surgery. She’s such a sweetheart.
I took some bad photos of them with my camera phone. The phone just doesn’t do justice to her silly face:
Most of the time she looks like she’s spent some serious time with Snoop Dogg in the green room.
And, here’s Fuzzy post-cheese snack (he’s much more chill after some love and some cheese):
Is Anna Mae related to Jim?
Same mother, different litter.