Adoption:
So with our upcoming move, we decided that Kainal needed to become an indoor-only kitty. And as we did some research, we discovered that it would ease the transition if she had a buddy to help entertain her when she was bored stuck inside.
On Wednesday, we drove around to various shelters. We looked at PAWS on Greenwood Ave. We looked at the animal shelter. There were a lot of awesome kitties there, but none who quite seemed to "fit." However, our local hippie-pet-food-store, Next To Nature, has a few rescue kitties in the back who are adopted out through Friends of the Animals. One younger cat -- about 5 months -- was curled up with a snoozing sibling, but he kept watching me very closely and carefully. He got my attention, but I wasn't able to interact with him then: they don't even want people to pet the animals unless a representative from Friends of the Animals is there (it can potentially spread disease). So we called and made an appointment to meet with someone last night. In the initial conversation, I learned the two who had been curled up together were siblings who were mostly inseparable, but they'd be willing to split them up if it meant an adoption.
Last night, joined by clayin, we met with the adoption agent. Michelle and I played with the cat who had been staring at me, and with his brother, too. We discussed several options.
We came home with two new cats.
(The logic goes that, when Kainal wants to play, she'll have a buddy or two to play with. If she doesn't want to play, but the younger ones do, they'll still be entertained. Plus, it really would be sad to separate the two -- they had been fostered out to different homes before, but when they came back together, they started sticking to each other like glue.)
The names they had been given, "Chill" and "Ananke", didn't seem to fit them, so I grabbed my copy of Complete Works of Shakespeare, and opened to a random page. And right there, the first name I saw, "Puck." The next male name, "Oberon." Chill, who was actually a bit curious and playful, became Puck; Ananke, who is cautious and surprisingly regal for a kitten, is Oberon.
They've been fixed, they're up to date on their shots, etc. They've got a mild parasitic infection that's almost done being treated. They had been found as part of a feral colony, living on an abandoned mattress in Highland Park. And they're quite adorable. Pictures will follow.
On Wednesday, we drove around to various shelters. We looked at PAWS on Greenwood Ave. We looked at the animal shelter. There were a lot of awesome kitties there, but none who quite seemed to "fit." However, our local hippie-pet-food-store, Next To Nature, has a few rescue kitties in the back who are adopted out through Friends of the Animals. One younger cat -- about 5 months -- was curled up with a snoozing sibling, but he kept watching me very closely and carefully. He got my attention, but I wasn't able to interact with him then: they don't even want people to pet the animals unless a representative from Friends of the Animals is there (it can potentially spread disease). So we called and made an appointment to meet with someone last night. In the initial conversation, I learned the two who had been curled up together were siblings who were mostly inseparable, but they'd be willing to split them up if it meant an adoption.
Last night, joined by clayin, we met with the adoption agent. Michelle and I played with the cat who had been staring at me, and with his brother, too. We discussed several options.
We came home with two new cats.
(The logic goes that, when Kainal wants to play, she'll have a buddy or two to play with. If she doesn't want to play, but the younger ones do, they'll still be entertained. Plus, it really would be sad to separate the two -- they had been fostered out to different homes before, but when they came back together, they started sticking to each other like glue.)
The names they had been given, "Chill" and "Ananke", didn't seem to fit them, so I grabbed my copy of Complete Works of Shakespeare, and opened to a random page. And right there, the first name I saw, "Puck." The next male name, "Oberon." Chill, who was actually a bit curious and playful, became Puck; Ananke, who is cautious and surprisingly regal for a kitten, is Oberon.
They've been fixed, they're up to date on their shots, etc. They've got a mild parasitic infection that's almost done being treated. They had been found as part of a feral colony, living on an abandoned mattress in Highland Park. And they're quite adorable. Pictures will follow.