Here are pics of Tiberius, his sister Bug (she is such a love bug that it fits) and everyone else. Well except for Sabrina who was sleeping under the bed during the picture taking.
Here is Tiberius. You will have to forgive the rumpled look, I found cats never look their best when they've just got back from being spayed or neutered.
This is Bug. She is probably the sweetest most relaxed cat I have ever encountered. Other than being tired, she acts as if she didn't have surgery and isn't in a new place. The vet said the hernia was so big it was pushing on everything in her abdomen and it was starting to strangulate. He said if we hadn't brought her in when we did, she would have died before the week was out. I had originally planned on finding her a home but she has so charmed my children and husband, I don't know if that is going to happen.
Mia all snuggled up and cute on the downstairs couch. She is so funny, she loves to watch TV.
Sassy in her basket. The wild child being still. An unusual moment.
And Sasha, sleeping off the horror of the vet on my bed. She is such a diva. She went to my husband as soon as I let her out of the crate and played pathetic. So he carried her to the food, then to the litter box, then to our bed where she has been all afternoon.
Here is Tiberius. You will have to forgive the rumpled look, I found cats never look their best when they've just got back from being spayed or neutered.
This is Bug. She is probably the sweetest most relaxed cat I have ever encountered. Other than being tired, she acts as if she didn't have surgery and isn't in a new place. The vet said the hernia was so big it was pushing on everything in her abdomen and it was starting to strangulate. He said if we hadn't brought her in when we did, she would have died before the week was out. I had originally planned on finding her a home but she has so charmed my children and husband, I don't know if that is going to happen.
Mia all snuggled up and cute on the downstairs couch. She is so funny, she loves to watch TV.
Sassy in her basket. The wild child being still. An unusual moment.
And Sasha, sleeping off the horror of the vet on my bed. She is such a diva. She went to my husband as soon as I let her out of the crate and played pathetic. So he carried her to the food, then to the litter box, then to our bed where she has been all afternoon.
