Many of you may remember how and why I adopted Jim and Kim, but I never really told "the story". So here goes:
My cat household was holding at a resonable number (11, hee hee). And I was not even considering adopting any new cats when my world came to a screaching halt. My best friend, the only true friend in my entire life, the one person whom you don't know if you could survive without, passed away suddenly.Her only instruction to me had always been to make SURE her 2 cats came to live with me in the event of her death, so I prepared to do just that. But it was not meant to be.
Independently of one another, Charlie and I both decided to adopt 2 cats in her memory. He wanted to adopt 2 cats that would look the most like Kim's own cats (and orange and a calico females). I on the other hand wanted to adopt a male and a female, related if possible, to name after Kim and her beloved father, Jim. (Kim missed him immensly, and I am not surprised that they died only months apart).
Who I found, were 3 kittens (about 6 to 7 months old) at an event. A long haired male, a long haired female and a short haired female. I first was attracted to the male (of course). He sat on my lap for what seemed like hours. Just as content as could be. My second choice was the long haired female but she was playing hard to get while at the same time the short haired female was BEGGING to get out. (and if you've never seen it, when little Kim begs......little Kim BEGS!) So out of the cage comes the short haired female only to join her brother on my lap for what seemed like a few MORE hours.
"UMMMMM.....Could someone get me an application???"
Welcome Jim and Kim
Thanks for listening.
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