I will try not to rehash any of the events that took place before the last post about my "Am I going to get a cat?" saga.
To make a long story short, 2 weeks ago I adopted two kittens from the Michigan Humane Society. They are 6 months old and could be brothers. (All I have to base that on is that they are the same age and were dropped off together.)
You may wonder, as many already have, why, when I was unable to decide if I wanted A cat, I came home with MULTIPLE cats. But I had put a lot of thought into it and with the time I sometimes have to spend away from home I decided to bring home a cat and his playmate. And when I saw these particular cats, who were together, I did not want to split them up.
I took some preliminary "I just got home with my new cats" pictures and they are available here. I am sure I will take more over time, but those are just to whet your appetite.
They came to me as Ricky and Roger, and have not yet been rebranded. (It turns out I am pretty particular about some things. Who knew?) The one with the white legs is Ricky. By the process of elimination, Roger is the other.
I am entertaining suggestions on their names. I never figured naming pets would be so difficult. I'm leaning towards changing Roger to Oscar. But I am stumped on what to do with Ricky.
"Roger" is a sweet - though very curious - cat. He loves to play but is certainly more subdued than his brother when it is not play time.
"Ricky" is an attention hog and bullies his way into your lap when you try to share the love. He is generally less mischevious than his brother and seems to know his boundaries better.
They are both "fixed," though neither has been or will be declawed. I had hoped to adopt declawed cats, but I cannot bring myself to put them through that. And they are borderline too old for it anyway, from what I have read.
Neither likes to talk too much, but Roger does get a little squeaky when he wants something.
It has been a great experience for me so far and I am glad everyday that I made this decision.