Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Gentlemen, Start Your Engines
On the way home from the shelter, they screamed their little kitten heads off. It was ten very traumatic minutes for the boys.
Once we arrived home, we went straight into their room, I put the carrier on the bed and set them free. The SECOND the door was open, every little Loudermilk turned their motor on.
Purr, purr, purrrrrrrr.
They stepped out of the carrier, and with noses down and tails up, they explored every inch of the bed, and they purred the whole time they were doing it.
Once they took in every smell there was to smell, they began running wild and playing hard.
And once the rumpus was over, they all settled down for a nap.
These boys wasted no time making themselves at home.