Bluebonnet left yesterday. Her foster "mom" came to pick her up. And, I must say in response to the question "cat or catastrophe," she turned out to be more of the latter. She was very sweet but her toileting habits left something to be desired.
Theodore, showing great personal fortitude, manages to carry on somehow.
(He looks sort of dead here, but actually he's just sleeping in such a ridiculous cat-like position that I had to take a picture. )