I have to say, I'm glad I got them out... as much as the woman who had them meant well, it was just too much. She's going in for surgery on Friday for her breast cancer and her place is just too small for all the adult cats she's fostering, plus this litter of SEVEN. (Seven!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I thought there were six... geez. Their mother was a ho!)
Anyway, the little munchkins were shut in a cat box for 90% of the day and it smelled. SMELLED SMELLED SMELLED. Plus I imagine being cooped up in that box didn't allow them to go to the bathroom as needed because, well, I've already changed the litter box 3 times since they've been here.
As soon as I got them to my room, I took them out one by one and washed them with a damp cloth. Blech. I need to go to Petco and get those pet wipes. Next step, I threw the carrier they came in out into the yard. It's just vile.
I've proudly given the little monkeys their first toys ever:
And they really are beautiful...
