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That's about to get worse.
Those of you who I talk to in FM or IM already know the story, but for everyone else: by the end of Christmas Day, Argus and I will have not one, not two, but THREE kittens. Two males, eight weeks old, and one female, nine weeks old.
The female, Tayla, arrived yesterday evening. She's an absolutely adorable black tiger striped kitten, with double paws and a TON of energy. She also loves to curl up on laps or the backs of knees to sleep, and has a purr motor that won't quit. Can you tell I'm in love?
Bear and Sebastian are all set to come home Christmas Day. Tayla was part of a multi-cat household before, and I can tell she misses having other cats around, so I'm sure she'll love having the boys here.
Personally, I can't wait. And Argus called home on his lunch break to check on how "his little girl" was doing, so I know he's in love too. Right now, she's sleeping on the back of my chair. I haven't had a Muse since Max died - I guess I'll have 3 after Christmas!
I'm glad we waited, though. We were devastated when we had to put Max to sleep - and in no shape to handle a new cat. Now, we get the chance to help out two friends and bring three new lives into our hearts. No replacement for Max - but now at least there's room in our hearts for other cats.
Even now, thinking about him makes me cry. I wonder if that will ever change. Probably not - he and I were very, very close, and I miss him every day. But the little kitten purring drowsily behind me is a welcome sound - and having her fall asleep with us last night was great. And none of them look like Max at all - which is good.
I'll never have another chocolate-point Siamese. But I'll enjoy Bear, Sebastian and Tayla, and be happy knowing that Max had a good life here. And that he's being spoiled in the afterlife.
Of course, I doubt I'll get much writing done in the next couple of weeks, but I'm going to try. :) More updates later....
Those of you who I talk to in FM or IM already know the story, but for everyone else: by the end of Christmas Day, Argus and I will have not one, not two, but THREE kittens. Two males, eight weeks old, and one female, nine weeks old.
The female, Tayla, arrived yesterday evening. She's an absolutely adorable black tiger striped kitten, with double paws and a TON of energy. She also loves to curl up on laps or the backs of knees to sleep, and has a purr motor that won't quit. Can you tell I'm in love?
Bear and Sebastian are all set to come home Christmas Day. Tayla was part of a multi-cat household before, and I can tell she misses having other cats around, so I'm sure she'll love having the boys here.
Personally, I can't wait. And Argus called home on his lunch break to check on how "his little girl" was doing, so I know he's in love too. Right now, she's sleeping on the back of my chair. I haven't had a Muse since Max died - I guess I'll have 3 after Christmas!
I'm glad we waited, though. We were devastated when we had to put Max to sleep - and in no shape to handle a new cat. Now, we get the chance to help out two friends and bring three new lives into our hearts. No replacement for Max - but now at least there's room in our hearts for other cats.
Even now, thinking about him makes me cry. I wonder if that will ever change. Probably not - he and I were very, very close, and I miss him every day. But the little kitten purring drowsily behind me is a welcome sound - and having her fall asleep with us last night was great. And none of them look like Max at all - which is good.
I'll never have another chocolate-point Siamese. But I'll enjoy Bear, Sebastian and Tayla, and be happy knowing that Max had a good life here. And that he's being spoiled in the afterlife.
Of course, I doubt I'll get much writing done in the next couple of weeks, but I'm going to try. :) More updates later....
