Merry Christmas to all.
I’ll flesh this story out a bit more tomorrow but suffice it to say I walked into the pet store looking for one cat and came away with two.
They are Last Chance cats, meaning they’re destined for the Humane Society if they aren’t placed with a family.
Meet Jack and Jill, or as I call them, Jackal and Jilly-boo. They are three years old and brother and sister. We took both so they could be kept together – they are fantastic with each other. Jack has been out and about all evening and you would have thought he was our cat for years the way he’s been with the commotion and kids. He was calm, cool, and catlike.
I even crashed my helicopter next to him and he barely twitched. (full-control chopper – yay for me)
Jilly-boo is a bit more reserved. She came out and really started scoping the place out after the kids went down. Shown below is her as she’s scoping the upper back shelves in our closet.
Me and Cruel Wife, we’re tickled to have critters running about and cats are autonomous enough that they’re fitting in very well.
Mitchell, the gift to Cruel Wife was totally freakin’ awesome. A Girl Genius print, and a great one at that. I tell you, that Agatha… rowr. And it has coffee on it, too! Thank you again for the leather satchel as well. Yours is in-transit.
More about Christmas and our totally hedonistic materialist binge tomorrow. I’ve been a miser for years now and this Christmas we’ve been able to splurge a little. It’s been nice.