This photo is from Friday night’s party after spay/neuter. They’re pretty goofy on drugs, not clumsy, but exaggerated motions, extreme head butting for petting, and extremely short attention spans. They couldn’t focus on escaping the room because something else would catch their attention before they could jump at the barrier.
I brought them to the shelter Saturday morning and went to a fiddle club gig at John Muir’s house. I got a call on the ride back that all three had found their forever homes, although I don’t know any details yet.