New kitties

Wendy and I went to the Lawrence Humane Society yesterday to pick out a couple new cats for her and Pete. After the pain of Bob's death, Wendy was ready to bring in new cats, with the hope that having new little fur-people to take care of would distract from her grief.

I hadn't been to the Humane Society since I adopted Abbey 8 years ago, but I remembered the layout well enough to be able to direct her through the building, past the dogs, to the cat room without seeing and hurting for the dogs (it is gut-wrenching to see the dogs in cages - it makes me want to rescue all of them).

After looking at all the adult cats, Wendy went back to one of the cages near the door to the cat room. There was a pair of male cats in the cage that had to be adopted together because they were brothers. Neither of us thought much about them when we first saw them because they were both lounging toward the back of the cage and didn't come to front when we were looking at them. I don't know what made Wendy open the cage door, but when she did, the two cats ran up to her and just smothered her, rubbing their faces on hers, hugging her, and purring. That pretty much decided it. A half-hour later, we were taking home Paolo (named after Paolo Di Canio - the greatest West Ham English football player ever) and Churchill (after, you guessed it, Winston Churchill). They're both 5 years old. Paolo is of average size and grey; Churchill is HUGE and is white and grey tabby. Both are just the most precious things ever. So sweet and affectionate. These are two very lucky kitties. They could not have been adopted by more loving and devoted parents. I didn't get pictures of them, as they were too busy wandering around their new home to stay still long enough for a picture. I'll post some pics when I get some.

Knitting content in the next post, I promise.