Afterwards we went out to celebrate with dinner and a movie. At a drive in. It was amazing how many families there were and how early people got there for a good spot to see How to Train Your Dragon 2. 
Cam and Maggie and I snuggled up in preparation. And I even got to play a few rounds of rummy (no around the world though).
But I'm skipping a big part of the weekend - Wallace and Webster. At the graduation, one of the teachers' mom had brought three remaining rescue kittens to be adopted. There had been five that they rescued under their crawl space. Two already found homes and the black and white one was going to go home with Andy, Cameron's great uncle. Which just left the two little black guys.
Talk about timing. Earlier in the week I was thinking Winston was getting bored with just me at home. And so I had started entertaining the idea of adopting another set of cats to keep him company. On Wednesday I was researching cats vs kittens. Which were better to get for this situation. And on Thursday I had even started looking online at the local shelter. But quickly became overwhelmed. There were so many kitties needing a home I felt guilty not taking them all. I didn't know how to pick just two. Plus the application process was extensive. Forms and interviews and home visits.
So it just seemed like it was meant to be. These two little guys picked me. They're all black and super cuddly with each other. I have no idea how old they are or even if they are boys.
Of course I was anxious about Winston getting along with them. At first he was curious what was behind the guest room door and then once he saw them he was like, "what the hell did you just bring home?" And was all hissy. Researching, they say to take the introduction slowly and don't force it. Of course, the wrench in the mix is that Nick is staying with me in a week, this Saturday, and will be taking over the guest room which kicks the little guys out of the only room with a door.
So this weekend I spent time acclimating everyone. Had to put the loft project on hold. I'm so close to being done too. All four of us hung out together and slowly Winston went from hissing at the sight of them to tolerating them and hanging out next to me while they played to even sleeping nearby while they played.
But the big turning point was last night when Webster had fallen asleep by my feet and Winston was laying nearby. Winston gets up and cautiously sniffs the guy. I'm consciously trying to relax and not tense up at the imminent threat of attack. And then suddenly Winston goes from sniffing to licking mode. Grooming Webster's head. I was so proud of my big boy.
Now we are in the stage where Winston desperately wants to join in the fun but the little guys are a little apprehensive of him and they are the one's hissing. He was hissing and batting at them only a day before after all.
This morning I was trying to get all three to play together. They all love the feather stick but Winston was still in the peripheral. He's still my number one guy so given time it should all work out.
Wallace was named first because he was the brave one, always first to venture into unknown territory. We tried out a few names before landing on Webster. He's the hungrier one - practically stole my toast from my mouth this morning. And was named Babe originally, since he was a little pig when first rescued. He's a bit smaller than his brother but I have a feeling this might change. They are really hard to tell apart. Especially when they are running around. Wallace has a little peppering of white at his neck.
They are so tiny. I can carry both of them in one hand - if they aren't wiggling too much. And they will have the shortest little cat naps, literally a few minutes before a noise catches their attention and they are off again. Thank goodness they have each other because Winston and I will be hard pressed to keep up with them.
All in all a happy ending, well beginning I guess. Here goes for the next several stages.
1 comment:
OMG! There's absolutely nothing in the world like kittens! They ratchet up the pleasure and the laughter and the how-in-the-world-can they do all these crazy kitten things. Wild and soft and cuddly, the absolute perfect combination for letting the world go away.
Can't believe Winston is moving into paternal/Uncle grooming! Wow!!! Bravo for him, our not quite so little sweetheart.
When will the boys have their no-baby operations? Kind-of important for males, what with that spraying tendency.
Hector, a neighbor's cat, had to become an out-door cat as he learned this male-thing before he was fixed. Great guy, sleeps on the porch rocker and puts his paws up on the storm doors to see how breakfast, etc. is going. He's a sweetheart, but Nora and Will take umbrage at such familiarity, as does Charlotte next-door.
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