My home, my castle, has been overrun by two new residents- a couple of crazy kittens from an animal rescue organization. They’ve turned the house upside down, breaking vases, spilling flowers and attempting to claw my wife’s beautiful sofas. Yet, they are adored by even my wife’s normally taciturn sister. She is normally quiet, but the other day I heard her animatedly chatting.
“Oh..little kitties. Do you want to go outside? Would you like some food?” I think the cats have a new servant…
My wife and I think that the cats may have been scarves in a past life, because they love to sleep wrapped around our necks. Sometimes I think they were slippers, because I wake up with them on my feet. The other day one of the slippers bit my big toe! When I asked him what the deal was, he looked at me with an innocent, but blank stare. “Meow?”
Needless to say, they've won a place in both of our hearts. The fancy interior decor now includes a tall cat scratching stand and the carpet is littered with cat toys. Their favorite toy? It was the box that the scratching stand came in!
We haven't decided what to name the cats, though the name "loco" comes to mind for the grey cat, who spends much of his time randomly running up and down the stairs. The cat version of a stairmaster? The black cat I wanted to name after my friend Serna because he's both small and sneaky, but the wife likes the name "Blackie", which I guess describes his jet black appearance. When it's dark, you can only see a pair of eyes and hear the purring of the little cat. Moments later..he attacks your big toe!
Blackie and Loco. The two new kings of the castle.
