You never know
Here are Micky and Moonie. In some ways, they're exactly what I expected. In other ways, they're quite a surprise. As I expected, Moonie is very adventurous, independent, and a big climber. And Micky is very loving - a total lap cat. What I didn't expect is that Moonie is a bit of a coward and Micky is totally fearless. He's chased Ringo across the room a few times. Which is hilarious, since Ringo is at least five times bigger than he is. In the end, Micky may end up being a better playmate for Ringo than Moonie. Once he puts a little weight on those tiny bones.
While I was waiting at the shelter for my cats to be brought out, I noticed two of the volunteers going through ID cards cats. I recognized several of them, whom I've gotten to know over the past two weeks. Then, I realized they were talking about the cats who had just been euthanized. Yow. As I was leaving with my cats, I ran into the woman who is fostering the cat that I turned down in order to get Moonie. She said I did the right thing. Fifty percent of the kittens they had were euthanized the day I signed the adoption papers, and my two probably would have been included. Micky was too skittish, and Moonie was too aggressive. I'm very happy with my little kitties. They're both so loving now that they're out of the shelter. But I'm sad for all the little kittens that didn't get adopted.
Ringo is not impressed. He's had the house to himself for a month, and apparently he liked it that way. He's done a lot of bride-of-frankenstein hissing. But he's getting used to them. Right now, Ringo is on the floor, Micky is in my lap, and Moonie is on the top shelf of the computer desk. Everyone is where he likes to be. Scratch that, Moonie came down for a visit. It's hard to type with two kitties in my lap.
Last night, the kitties met bobobear12, blamethebishop, and my ex-roommate Brett. I don't want them to start thinking that Bob and I are the only people in the world.