You know what happens when someone gets a new pet, right? If one likes taking pictures? Well, the onslaught is about to begin. The only thing that’s delayed it has been the panicked reaction
that sends them diving for cover in unphotogenic locations.
But now overall they’ve begun to relax, sometimes even when someone shoves a camera near them. And they’ve told us their names. So, without further ado, may I introduce
This one, the female, is Pipkin: she’s sort of named after a medieval cooking pot. (Really.)
(She doesn’t usually have such a regal expression, she’s usually a lot more elongated.)
And here’s the male, known as Bird (or PurrBird, or Little Bird, though we suspect he’ll grow into a Big Bird). He trills, hence the name.
They think we’re pretty good for snuggles and scritches, though they still have to be hauled out of hiding places to receive them a lot of the time—they’re still pretty skittish. But they’re getting there. They’ve (eventually) accepted our apologies for bringing Our Dog into their room, which we started to do yesterday—now THAT’s going to take a bit more time.
Bird likes to play with fingers, and nibble them. (So far, gently, thank heavens. Though if we keep bringing the dog in…)