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All of the sweeties are alive! In fact, the runties have finally reached a pound and are playing and running around with the bigger two. Thanks to the fine doctoring at the Chicago Cat Hospital they’ve made it — and the runtie with the funky eye is almost back to 100%.

Brian and I have decided to keep all four, brining our kitty total to five. Well, pending the results of their FIV and leukemia tests. Natasha isnt’ so hot on the idea. Even though we haven’t formally introduced them, I’ve held her up to look through the window and them and she just hisses and growls. I hope she gets the f over herself.

Anyway, we’ve named everyone. The two runties are George (a girl, after my childhood cat) and the Dragon (I always thought they looked like tiny dragons and the Shedd is having this komodo exhibit with the theme line: Believe in Dragons. And since I feared they would die, I tried to.) The big tabby was called Chunk but now we call him Chuck. And Cubby the Black is still the Cub. He’s got a little bear face. And everyone uses the litter box.

Keep your fingers crossed, and get your feral cats fixed. PAWS Chicago has info.