Kitties!

So we’ve been kit­tened. Out of the blue. No warn­ing at all. One minute there’s one cat in the house, and a cute kid rings the door­bell and before you know it there are three. 

They’re broth­ers, about six weeks old and mar­velous­ly cute and active and all that. One is white with a pale orangey-pink tail and ears and paws, like the point mark­ings on a Siamese (the father is Siamese). He has blue eyes, too, but he def­i­nite­ly isn’t deaf. The oth­er is white with grey tab­by-striped splotch­es. sam­bear not­ed that he looks like a blank can­vas on which some­one start­ed to paint Tom­Tom, our dear­ly missed kit­ty of a few years ago.

It was far too ter­ri­bly tempt­ing to adopt their two sis­ters, as well. Kit­tens are just too irre­sistible. But One Kit­ten is Not Too Many!

Many pic­tures have been tak­en, but they aren’t dig­i­tal. We’ll have to try snap­ping some with the webcam.

No names yet. Nam­ing pets can take an incred­i­bly long time here. I don’t think Zoë had a name for sev­er­al weeks and she end­ed up with an offi­cial moniker of Zoë Eliz­a­beth Scheherazade Sophia because that’s the only way we could arrive at a con­sen­sus. But maybe it’ll be eas­i­er this time.

Shel­ley is NOT hap­py. Zoë is con­fused, but she spends much of her life that way. The girls are on cloud nine and I think R likes them too.