Gracie, after I removed everything from her cage.
Tuxedos are from Mars, but Venus is from Venus.
Jinx the kitten
Rebecca, one of Misha's foster people, saying goodbye for a couple of weeks.
Tigger, a dead ringer for Felicity.
It's a bird! It's a plane! No, just another bright and shiny object.
Patty. I think.
Schroeder and Patty, I think.
Might be Patty.
Saffron, the shy.
Kitten frolics with Marilyn
play, play, play
Tux, a mighty handsome...ummm...Tuxedo.
We had a blessed event in Petco on Saturday evening, 5/6.
Gracie inspects the Feline Pine
Henley plays coy.
Rebecca and Misha.
Chanel, Tigger's sister.
I love how Schroeder is more interested in the litter box here.
Jock's pretty eyes.
The cuteness of this was just impossible to capture. These are the Chinatown kittens rescued by Hilda's mother.
luv my mouse
I don't know why, but this guy reminds me of a 19th-century English gentleman. I've gotta start reading better books.
Luis, a playful kitten who was at Petco all of 30 minutes before a couple of Marcy's friends swooped in and adopted him.
White Foot, sans hammock.
Patty, I think.
I have enough trouble telling them apart from the front, much less the side.
Clean, cute kitty.
Dark Boy says: Can't you see I'm sleeping?
Tiger Gray, I think.
Gotta play, gotta play, gotta play. Kitti.
I just love this expression
Cindy and Venus have a cuddle
Tigger and Chanel raising the cute factor.
Misha, a stunning, affectionate New Orleans kitty whose person is still trying to get her life together. She's being fostered in the interim.
Luis with adopter.
Hilda gives Finn some TLC.
Snoopy, I think.
Linus, Schroeder, and...Patty?
Jock, who's really Jacques.
Lance was a lens lunger. That's why only his nose is in focus.
Candido, Connie, and Saffron from a schoolyard on the Lower East Side.
The squinty Candido
What an expressive face
Poor Noel. Another litter box peeper.
The tired momma.