Gonna Die from CUTE
KITTENS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TS and I were supposed to go yesterday. We were looking for very small litter mates. I had it in my head I wanted black cats or orange cats. We wanted to get them at PAWS, to support that org and to take advantage of their full meal deal (neuter/spay/shots/microchip, etc for $100 each).
We'd been there a couple times before to scope it out, never any kittens. So I went Wednesday the 29th to check in on what might be available on Friday.
There were two sets - two 2-month old sisters, one gray with white toes and one grey/orange tortoise shell (how the hell is that spelled?!) and a 5-mo old boy & girl, he tan with black swirls, she tabby with orange, white, tan coloration. The older ones are american short hair and the younger ones were fuzzy, indeterminate yet as to fur length.
I sat in the kitten room for 90 minutes. I called TS ten times and sent him the best pics I could get on the camera phone. I had just decided to leave and take the risk they'd be gone on Friday, BECAUSE I WAS NOT READY AT THE HOUSE OR IN MY LIFE (we were supposed to get them Friday!!!) when he texted me and said not to come home without kittens. I had really really really wanted both of us to choose them together. He really really really wanted tiny babies. I fell in love with the 5 month olds.
I chose the 5 month olds. They are just too gorgeous to let go. But they had been strays, so in the car and for the first couple hours we were home alone together, I worried I'd made a mistake, choosing for looks. What if they were aloof and feral? What if we didn't bond? I had really wanted orange or black cats. And when we got home they were terrified, and they hid, and I worried.
It's been 22 years since I had a kitten. I had forgotten how they are.
TS got home and we all ended up cuddled on the couch. They slept between us on the bed, purring. They are ADORABLE and I am completely happily in cat love. Upshot of older cats is that they arrived box trained. And they've caused surprisingly little damage so far, for how exuberant they are.
I will try to post pictures.
They do not have names yet.
The downside is that I've accomplished ZERO in life since their arrival, because of TEH CUTE.
TS and I were supposed to go yesterday. We were looking for very small litter mates. I had it in my head I wanted black cats or orange cats. We wanted to get them at PAWS, to support that org and to take advantage of their full meal deal (neuter/spay/shots/microchip, etc for $100 each).
We'd been there a couple times before to scope it out, never any kittens. So I went Wednesday the 29th to check in on what might be available on Friday.
There were two sets - two 2-month old sisters, one gray with white toes and one grey/orange tortoise shell (how the hell is that spelled?!) and a 5-mo old boy & girl, he tan with black swirls, she tabby with orange, white, tan coloration. The older ones are american short hair and the younger ones were fuzzy, indeterminate yet as to fur length.
I sat in the kitten room for 90 minutes. I called TS ten times and sent him the best pics I could get on the camera phone. I had just decided to leave and take the risk they'd be gone on Friday, BECAUSE I WAS NOT READY AT THE HOUSE OR IN MY LIFE (we were supposed to get them Friday!!!) when he texted me and said not to come home without kittens. I had really really really wanted both of us to choose them together. He really really really wanted tiny babies. I fell in love with the 5 month olds.
I chose the 5 month olds. They are just too gorgeous to let go. But they had been strays, so in the car and for the first couple hours we were home alone together, I worried I'd made a mistake, choosing for looks. What if they were aloof and feral? What if we didn't bond? I had really wanted orange or black cats. And when we got home they were terrified, and they hid, and I worried.
It's been 22 years since I had a kitten. I had forgotten how they are.
TS got home and we all ended up cuddled on the couch. They slept between us on the bed, purring. They are ADORABLE and I am completely happily in cat love. Upshot of older cats is that they arrived box trained. And they've caused surprisingly little damage so far, for how exuberant they are.
I will try to post pictures.
They do not have names yet.
The downside is that I've accomplished ZERO in life since their arrival, because of TEH CUTE.