Everyone — meet Talisker, Comet, and Houdini.
We don’t have them in our home yet. We have friends who do cat and kitten fostering: these pics were taken at their place, where we were introduced to the kitties and fell stupidly in love. We’re bringing them home next week.
We were just going to get two, I swear. But we fell in love with Houdini (the tortoise shell)… and yet we couldn’t bear to split up the two silver tabbies. Also, we were attached to the idea of having two small boingy kittens… and Houdini is somewhat older, five months, and past her boingy stage. Hence: three kittehs.
You may not get much sensible blogging out of me for the next few days. Weeks. Months. Years. You’ve seen that XKCD cartoon about how intelligence declines in proportion to proximity to cats? That’s me and Ingrid. Ever since last night, we have been virtually unable to say anything intelligible, other than, “KITTEHS!”
Oh, and Jen McCreight: Watch your back. Your kitten-based blog traffic is mine. Pixel is awfully darned cute… but we are about to have three. I will pwn you. Pwn you with kittens. Bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Want more? of course you do. After the jump.
Talisker snorgling with Ingrid. Talisker is the super-charmer: she goes “Boing, boing, boing,” and then gets super-snorgly and lovey. Super attention hog. Our lives are never going to be our own again.
Houdini is the Zen master. Calm, relaxed, sweet, apparently full of hidden depths. No doubt what she’s really thinking is “Bzzzzzzz”… but it seems like she’s uncovered the mysteries of the universe. Here she is, doing her impression of a jaguar.
Comet goes ‘BOING! ZIP! POUNCE!” And then falls asleep on top of the other kitties.
As seen here. Comet falling asleep on Sylvester. (Who we decided not to adopt. Four is just too many for our little apartment.)
Houdini, looking ultra-spooky.
Houdini and Comet. No, Comet is not a parasitic twin extruding from Houdini’s neck. All appearances to the contrary.
Talisker and Comet going “Boing!”
Talisker and Houdini, tag-teaming my lap.
Talisker, being a snorgle-puss.
And Talisker being a love-bug. Subtly different from a snorgle-puss. These distinctions are important.
You’ll be seeing more of these girls in the coming days, weeks, months, years. A lot more. A lot, lot more. Get used to it. Welcome our new family!