Woke up yesterday morning to news that my Grandmother had had a fall and was taken into Royal Perth Hospital. After finally getting through all the rigmarole there, dad got through to someone on the phone and got an update on her. She’s doing okay, got a bit of a sore head but they are taking good care of her at the moment and she should be home in a day or two.
In the afternoon we headed back out to the cat shelter to pick up Mr Henry. After a bit of a wait to get him and some more paperwork that had to be filled out, we had a fluffy little kitten shoved into a cat carrier ready to come home. I don’t think i’ve ever met a kitten so full of spunk and silliness…he’s had us in stitches since we got home.
Mr Henry straight out of his carrier
A snooze to get some more energy to deal with us nuts.
We have had such a blast with him so far. Today I may have gotten a little silly with him, but isn’t that what kittens are for? He’s so placid and to date i don’t think his motor has stopped working….it’s all purr purr purr…you can hear him from a mile off!
Baby Henry
All dressed up and nowhere to go…
Yes. I am four.
