I don't mean to brag, but ... FIVE

We had an adoption event on Saturday.  We took ten cats.  We adopted out FIVE.

First to go was pretty Willow:

Next was Cookie:  (no, we don't cram them in cages; they tend to all bunch up in one corner:

Don't you just love how Cookie's giving us the ol' stinkeye, there?  Cookie almost missed the event; she had to be pulled out from under a couch, TWICE, in order to catch her ride.  But she got there, and she found her family!

and Cookie's sister,  Darling: (She's the one in the back on the left)

Cookie and Darling were adopted together, as sisters should be.  (Well, as long as you're not in MY family, at least.)  Oh, and in that pic above, you can see Angel, the orange-and-white next to Darling.  Angel took a chunk out of my palm on Saturday.  Angel will be excused from future adoption events until he gets over himself.

Next up it was Clancy's turn:

Clancy is a BIG BOY, and he can be a bit of a bully, so we were thrilled to find him a home where he will be an only cat.  He will be much happier without a bunch of other cats annoying him.  I had the privilege of chauffeuring him to his new home yesterday; it is a beautiful house, on lots of land, with doting people and a basset hound named Elvis, and Clancy was purring up a storm when I left.

Finally?  Pretty Aggie, also known as Ms. Mustache:

In an effort to gain Miss Aggie more exposure, we wheeled her around the store in a shopping cart all afternoon.  She loved it, and she loved the attention, and she found her people. 

Five cats in one day.  Five ADULT cats in one day.  For a rescue the size of ours, that is HUGE.

And they are all going to good, quality homes. 

Man, this stuff can be fun.