Catten's Log: Stardate 20070717
On Saturday night, Thomas and I embarked upon our next great adventure together.
We had kept it secret for a week from EVERYONE, enjoying the rare time where we had our own private tidbit of juicy information that belonged to us, and us alone. The anticipation was excruciating, and well worth it. The two of us sported shit-eating grins all week, which launched several interesting theories amongst friends as to the nature of our secret (married, eloping, pregnant, vacation, lottery - NEGATIVE on all counts). Only a few guessed correctly, but we still declined confirmation until we were ready to let the universe in on our news. It was lovely to have all of Saturday night to ourselves to let it all sink in without any interruption or inquiries from well-meaning friends.
Thomas and I have adopted two nine-week old Ragdoll kittens. They are absolutely perfect. We had been talking about getting a kitten together for several months, but we were never able to because the apartment we were in did not allow pets. It worked out better since we were able to discuss it without the option of being able to execute on a whim. When we finally made it out to the farm to see the litter, we were fully prepared to fall in love and were confident that we could say "YES!!" with no hesitation or concern.
It was then that we hit a minor snag in the plan. After initial introductions and play time with the furry pile of kitten love, we found that we had become smitten with not just one kitten, but with two. We took a walk outside to try to reconcile our dilemna. I had fallen for the chubby little sealpoint boy with lots to say, and Thomas had melted for the teeny quiet bluepoint boy. I was ready to let Thomas have his way, when he proposed another idea. Why not get them both? With the exception of the initial financial output (which was not a factor), and over time the cost of food and vetting, two kitties are always better than one. My family currently has two 12 year old littermates, obtained in exactly the same fashion (Mom fell in love with Merlin, and I with Pendragon). I could not imagine having one without the other, and they always have each other to play with. The decision was made. The fur-children were ours.
They've now been with us for three days and it's been tiring, but hilarious to have them around. Turns out that the quiet little bluepoint that Thomas loved was simply sucking us in. He's a mouthpiece that screams at us if we're not paying enough attention to him. The sealpoint is just lovely, still chubby and very inquisitive, a little more independant than the other. Bottom line is that they are kittens, and simply delicious. They are at the pokertail stage, so they look like little drunken bumper cars when they run. Their little personalities are starting to shine through now that they are becoming more comfortable. The pouncing with wiggling bums has begun, and darting randomly around is big fun, especially when we trip the mummy or daddy cat. We can't wait to see what they will do next.
And so, without further ado, we present Gus and Rupert.
