The new kitties are settling in well (you know, other than being completely crazy and destroying my house). I'm taking all three of them to my vet next week for a general look-over and to get all their info into the system. I'm curious to have weights on them (especially Koshka, who might end up getting large) and to see if my vet has an opinion about whether Koshka is a Maine Coon or a Norwegian Forest Cat.
They're mostly lovely, albeit still kitten wild. Harry often sleeps with me, sometimes Koshka does too. Ember doesn't seem to like the waterbed for some reason, and rarely stays up there for long. Koshka sometimes sits on my lap while I eat, although that means spending most of my time shoving his face away from my food. They're all very sweet.
But it's not the same.
It wasn't going to be, of course, and I knew that, but some days, like today, it is hard. Today is an anniversary that is important enough that it was written on my calendar every year: 16 years ago today, I brought home two kittens and their scared, sickly mother from the shelter. 16 years ago, my life became so much brighter because of Minerva, Mystic, and most especially Magic the Cat, Queen of the Universe, with whom I had a relationship unlike any other in my loooong history of cat-being-owned-by. I have missed Magic and Mystic every day since I lost them in January, but today was tougher than most.
They were so darned cute.
|It's hard to believe they were ever that little. Especially Mystic.|
|But look at the size of his paws. I should have known he'd get huge.|
|The family together, Magic, Minerva, and look-alike son Mystic|
|They used to curl up together a lot. I was so glad I kept them together.|
Still, in the meanwhile, they're pretty cute too.
|Koshka is trying to figure out if there are any good cat shows on|
|Harry's probably exhausted from all that running and romping.|
|Ember was running and romping with him, obviously.|
|All four cats on the couch. A lovely sight.|