Three of the Furballs are home now.

Their forever homes. Tepin had been claimed weeks ago by someone I knew, but I wanted to wait until they were over 8 weeks old, so they had enough time with Audrey and the litter. I still took them to the clinic weekly for socialization and enrichment, as well as a quick check over.

The extra time seemed to work wonders. Not only are they healthy, but they're fearless, hilarious and very loving/lovable. Nobody could be less feral. Tepin in her new place was left in her opened carrier to come out on her own when she was ready. It took not 5 seconds before she was out, exploring, climbing the couch, using the new catbox, checking out the dishes and generally making herself at home. No other animals, just her and her new nanny, and they're having a great time.

Ancho went to a friend of a friend. There's another cat and three not-too-young kids and everybody seems to be getting along fine. The kids are over the moon. I don't have much more news from there, but I think he's home to stay.

Relleno won over another person at work by spending the day in an office instead of the kennel. He played with Cascabel (also in the office), two humans and a visiting workman, slept, and demonstrated his skill at sitting up on his butt like a meerkat while listening to the humans talk. He went home the same day. Once home, he was given a place to sleep in the bedroom, with soft bedding, litter pan and all the amenities, but barricaded against getting into any trouble during the night. The new nanny woke up in the morning to a sleeping kitten half under the covers and pillowed on her shoulder and neck. Yep, he's staying.

So now there's only Cascabel left. And Audrey, of course; she lives here now. DH is starting to say that keeping Belle (Caskie's nickname) might not be so bad. It's only three cats and a dog. Audrey is getting slightly less hysterical about food, so meals are a little easier to prepare - I don't have to keep extracting her from everybody's dinner as I fix it, and she does eventually admit that trying to trip me on the way to placing her food in its area might just be slowing the process down. I'm allowed to start walking relatively normally when I get about halfway there. Before that, a faceplant is a definite possibility. Especially before I've had my coffee.

I'll still keep trying to find Belle a home, but we're not sending her to a rescue if I can't.