First up, the dogs.
Ziggy - 16 week old pit bull mix puppy, brother to Zara, deaf, full of energy and enthusiasm, loves attention, no manners whatsoever, eager to communicate. That's a code term for either "barks a lot" or "very demanding". Or maybe both - I'm not telling. Has a short attention span and a love for his sister, all humans, and food. Not necessarily in that order.
That's it for the dogs. I still have a few on a "waiting list" but for one reason or another the time hasn't been right to bring them home just yet. I'm hoping to not bring in any new dogs until at least sometime after Christmas. Which is less than a week away. Yikes - I really should start my Christmas shopping soon.
Now for the cats...
Scribbles - Good news - Scribbles is improving! I now can leave her door open all of the time, and she often comes into the other rooms when the dogs aren't around. And if she sees them, she's not outright attacking them, unless they get too close. This also means she's living with several other cats (who apparently like her room better than their own) and she is doing fine with them as well. She still spends most of her time in her room, but she does come out for some extra petting and attention every day.
Artemis - Unfortunately Artie has been moved temporarily to solitary confinement. I am pretty sure he's the one who seems to have forgotten his litterbox manners lately. I'm not sure if its because of the stress of meeting new cats, or something else. But the first step is to segregate him and make sure he is the guilty party. Figuring out which cat isn't using the litterbox and WHY is not easy. Someone please remind me of this next time I say "I'll foster that cat!"
Gandalf - This guy is settled right into the old routine. He is buddies with my cat Merlin, and I'm constantly seeing an orange cat and calling him Merlin when its really Gandalf, or vice-versa. I'll be putting him back on the website in the next few days and he'll be ready to once again try to find a forever home.
Simon and Sampson - The Salmon brothers are still happily hanging out in the sink, although they do come into the bedroom to sleep at night. One of them, or maybe both, spends his day by carrying stuffed animals from a shelf in my bedroom to the bathroom. So far I've found a stuffed dog in the cat crate, a stuffed monkey in the middle of the floor, a stuffed buffalo in the cat bed, and another stuffed dog in the shower. Seriously, I've never had a cat do something like this before. It's very intriguing.