I've heard the humans say that things were 'going to the dogs' before, but today things were definitely going to the cats.  Billie the cat who was here earlier in the week has a younger brother named Bart.  Bart took his turn last night donating the yellow marking liquid.  Bart is not loved as much as Billie by Vocal Vonne and so he didn't get to have his run of the clinic.  Naturally, he was glad to leave once his donation was complete; so happy that he attached himself to his travel den and didn't want to let go.

We also had some baby cats visiting today.  Sweet Sally, Vocal Vonnie and Dancing Debbie could not get enough of them.  Sweet Sally did her kangaroo impression putting a kitten in each pocket.

Vonnie and Dancing Deb had to get some face time with the furry screamers as well.

Of course, when they wanted give the little furballs back they found themselves too attached, literally.

I have to admit I don't see what all the fuss is about.  I'm small and cute, but nobody swoons when I scream.  Actually, I can do everything a cat can do except purr and cough up hair balls.  Maybe it won't be so bad if the place 'goes to the cats', but I refuse to share my den with them;  a girl's got to have her limits!