Minnie and Margo both performed well at their Saturday adoption event, which received better traffic than we expected. Based on our Craigs List ad for the event, an application came in for Minnie. It now sounds like the app may fall through, but we still like Minnie's odds of finding a home soon. Her good looks and the restoration of her affable personality are a winning combination. As part of our vacation preparations, we transferred her to another HT fosterer on Sunday.

The really big news here is that our long-tenured pal Margo is slated to go home tomorrow, to a young couple with a 10-year-old declawed cat named Max! The dad will be transitioning from working at home to an office job, and they want a feline companion who's not too old or too young for Max. We did the home visit yesterday (thumbs up), and we really hope Margo can adapt to this family. They'll test things by fostering her at first. Fingers crossed that Max and Margo hit it off.

Our rapid de-felinization continues tomorrow night, when we'll return our five little Campers to the HT fosterer who rescued them two weeks ago from the girl-scout camp where they'd been dropped off. Chief, Savannah, Samoa and Scout are pudgy piglets.

Scottie is still an obvious outlier, but we're encouraged about the trajectory he's on.

The Campers still aren't weaned, but they should be lapping slurry out of a spoon (or even a dish) within a week or so. They have their sea-legs underneath them now and are ready to ramble, so we set up a cardboard nest on the floor of the nursery and laid a patchwork of folded towels in and around it. And we gave them a small litter-tray and laid out water and dry food.

It only took a few hours for the Baby-Cat kibble to get scattered around the floor, so they're definitely curious about it, and Chief has done some trial crunching. All five are savvy to the litter-tray too, though only about half their poop bombs hit the mark. Practice makes perfect.

Letting the Campers loose while introducing food, water and litter to the nursery makes life a little messier, but now that they're used to stepping out, there's no turning back. How you gonna keep them down on the crate-farm, once they've seen gay nursery?

We're leaving Weds for two weeks in Glacier National Park – it's refreshing just to say those words, near the end of a brutal DC summer. While our staff canines and felines will man the fort (with the aid of a housesitter) while we're away, blogging isn’t in their job description, so the next news from 50K will come sometime around Labor Day. By then there should be lots to report – on Minnie, Margo, and those increasingly happy Campers.

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