Introducing Bobby Flay and the rest

So just before the girls arrived we decided that it would be best if Toulouse, our foster cat, returned to the shelter. Being of such fragile constitution we thought that 2 extra bodies in the apartment would surely freak him out beyond repair. About 4 days before the girls left we got an email from the Foster Woman asking if we could take a new cat called Bobby who had just been given the chop and needed a quiet place to recover. The girls said OK so we said OK. On the Monday Timon and I went down to Union Square to collect Bobby, a white boy cat with patches of ginger. An albino with a ginger top - just like celebrity chef AND Iron Chef Bobby Flay. We brought him back to 105th on the subway which was terrifying for all and he immediately sought cover under our bed. We left him in peace and when we returned from our adventures that evening he had found his way on top of the cupboards in the kitchen, about 5 inches from the roof. We left him there and it was not until about 3am that we heard from him again. And oh did we hear from him. He cried and cried and cried in the loudest most whingey cat voice ever. He hid under the couch (under Lucy) and cried some more. The space under the coach is not sufficient for a big boy cat. We teamed up and got him into the bathroom. He cried some more. Everyone was pretty grouchy with Bobby in the morning.

Eventually Bobby calmed down and became a beautiful, cuddly affectionate boy. He had a ravenous appetite and slept on the bed between me and Timon. He was too slow to bite and his claws had been clipped so he couldn't really scratch. The only problem was toilet related - he insisted on pooing in our bath whenever the door was left open. This sucked because we wanted to keep his tray in the bathroom. The only answer was to keep the door shut and place the tray in front of it, meaning that Bobby's toilet was also our lounge room. Anyway, we survived and his cuddles made up for everything. We were kind of shattered to receive another email 3 weeks later asking if we could help a foster emergency and swap Bobby out for a mother and her 3 kittens. As we got into this business to help out we felt kind of obligated (that's what we tell ourselves so we don't feel guilty). Last Tuesday we bundled Bobby up, bought fresh litter trays and brought home a 1 year old grey tabby called April and her 2 month old kittens Meg, Lucy and Abu. We promptly changed Abu's name to Conan as he is all ginger. Lucy is a beautiful blue eyed Siamese and Meg is a calico kitty with a gammy back leg. The best part about kittens is that they play with each other and relieve us of the burden of entertaining them. The worst part is that they play with each other and ignore us! The weirdest part is that they are still getting milk from the mama and it's a crazy thing to watch. They are quiet and gorgeous and tiny and tire themselves out quickly. Here's a pic:


For pics of Bobby being super cute check out my Facebook album called Kittens!