Arrivals, and new arrivals.
We have returned from our (bi)annual pilgrimage to Disney World, and we had an amazing time (though meeting up with my beloved onceupon proved impossible owing to our relentless theme-park-roaming insanity).
And if that weren't exciting enough:
Tonight we adopted two new-to-us cats. The tenatively-named Wally (for his walrus-like shape) is on the left, and he's about eight years old and 23 pounds. Poor thing had to have his back shaved because he had terrible mats, since he couldn't clean himself back there on account of being so fat. On the right is pretty Penny, who's about five and 11 pounds. Apparently they were dumped at the shelter; someone who witnessed the dumper driving away took note of the license plate number and tracked the woman down. It turns out the cats belonged to her father, who was being put in a nursing home, and the woman herself was moving to a place that didn't allow cats. They are currently sequestered in the guest room, so better pictures will be forthcoming once they're a little less terrified and confused.
I hadn't really planned on adopting a cat (or cats) today; in fact I'd planned NOT to. But there was something about this motley pair of unfortunate orphans that felt right to us. Here's hoping the lord of the manor accepts his new subjects.
