I got to check in on the kittens at my grandpa’s nursing home over Christmas. Thelma and Louise are about 4 months old now. They are still living in a separate office area, but still being wallered (Spell check does not believe that this is a word. Hog waller!) by the residents. Thelma or Louise- not sure which is which- distinctly smelled like grandma perfume and baby powder when I cuddled her.
They’ve been fixed and unfortunately, declawed. I guess no one wants Gma getting cut while she squeezes kittens, however it’ still a sad procedure. Hopefully, the furry ladies will never escape outdoors, but not for lack of trying. I had to chase Thelma or Louise down the hall. Fortunately, she dead ended in an alcove with wheelchairs.
The girls have also gotten their work permits so they can earn their keep making copies.