Laowai

Claire and I are all in with the fostering routine. We have had these 5-month old triplets for over a week now. Two boys and a girl. We call them Avery, Lane and Steve.

For the first almost 24 hours poor Steve hid in a corner of our bathroom. But after Claire gently lured him out with a toy he’s made himself thuroughly at home.

Having cats – especially three – can sometimes feel like a handful. They take turns acting aggressively affectionate by jumping into your lap and insisting on lots of pets. They are all loud purrers. But I do love to watch them playing and sleeping contentedly.

If you like pink toes and pink ears and pink noses – we have loads.

Jennifer and Jenna stopped by on their way to Madison. We had so much fun watching them play! At one point one of the cats launched themself into our french doors about five feet off the ground. They must have seen a reflection. It was cartoon-like and we laughed until we cried!

I had our strawberry comforter out so Jenna could sleep on the couch and I’ve left it there because everyone seems to love cuddling up on it. Now we’ve got strawberry background to so many photos. The strawberries match their ears.

They like to pile up together to sleep and they like to play-fight too. With three of them somebody is alway in a spicy mood.

This is the little girl, Lane. She is particularly cuddly and she will sometimes jump up from a chair onto my shoulder. We’re friends.