My fur-babies

Yes, that's right, it's plural. Fur-babies. I picked up Oliver on Thursday night and he was pretty freaked out about his new home. He poked around my apartment a little, but mostly wanted to stay in his carrier. He cried most of the night and I got maybe 2-3 hours of sleep and most of that was on the floor because he seemed to cry less when I did that. So I made the decision Friday after work to go back to the kennel and get one of his sisters after much discussion with and with a lot of encouragement from John. He just seemed so lonely and is a social cat and I want him to be happy. Two cats doesn't seem like much more work than one, and I've decided it's actually easier because they play with each other.

So John and I went back and picked up Oliver's sister, Gypsy, and she has been a great addition to our little family. She was also scared, but Oliver was happy to see her and they have been playing and sleeping with each other and not crying hardly at all. They are starting to explore a little more too and right now Oliver is playing with my ties on my hoodie that are dangling in my lap. It' s really cute. They are using their litter box and eating fine. They are finally eating the dry food I put out, up until now they have just had the wet. I'm trying to snap some pictures of them, but they spend a lot of time under my bed, so I haven't been able to get a good one. I will work on that as they get more comfortable and come out and play more.

I'm feeling good about this choice though and I think I will learn a lot. Especially patience. John is a natural with animals so he is helping me and the time I've spent with his and Jeff's cats has been some good practice. I'll post here about Oliver's and Gypsy's progress and I promise to add pictures soon. And I promise I'm not a crazy cat lady.