T found some baby pictures of the boy cats and I am on a rampage of nostalgia, remembering them when they were wee little kittens.
We went to visit them — and their equally fluffy mother cat — and brought them home the same night. They were little grey puffballs then, small enough to fit on T’s lap together with room left over.
I remember thinking — saying, even — that I couldn’t wait for them to grow into their personalities, because at that point, they were… mostly babies, adorable but not really doing a whole lot except being hyper and adorable.
Drake & Gatsby had been such personality-filled old men that having these little infant kitties around again was, well, weird.
But they pretty quickly developed or showed us personalities, probably even before we named them (They were Thing One and Thing Two for a while, or Lefty and Righty for the arm that has a full white sleeve (As you look at them, if I recall correctly.).) Continue reading