When our best-beloved kitty Skooks died last year we knew we’d get another cat eventually. And yesterday we took custody of not one, but two.
The male is all black. The female is mostly black. It’s kind of hard to take a picture of a black cat when it’s hiding between wall and desk, but as you can see even a little white helps.
They’re not young kittens, they’re about six months old. They’ll be a bit of a challenge as they’ve been rescued by a charity called Cats Alive! from a cat hoarder, so although they’re not feral, it’s safe to say that they’re somewhat wild. It’s going to take some time to get them comfortable with living with us (not to mention Our Dog). But on the bright side, although they are very nervous of us, the male purred today when I put my hand into the hiding place and stroked him. And the female didn’t hiss the last time I petted her, she seemed to be getting the idea that neck skritches might not be such a bad thing.
Keep your fingers crosse for us! It’ll take time, but I think we’ll end up with a couple of really lovely cats. Now we just have to agree on names. (Though with luck, they’ll tell us what those are.)