Remember nearly two years ago when we headed out one Saturday morning and returned as cat owners to three kittens, one for each of the kids? We had been worried about acquiring three kittens, because, well, that’s a lot of kittens and it seemed like a lot could go wrong.
Sure enough, Alex and I still have lingering regrets over that day.
We regret that we only got kittens for the kids and not for ourselves. As lovely as three kittens are and as wonderful as the three cats they grew into make our lives, not a week goes by when Alex and I don’t speculate on how much better our lives would be if we had five cats instead of three.
Speculate no longer, friendo.
I know. I know you have questions. I have prepared some answers for you.
WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE??
That one is an actual question my friend asked on Facebook. It seems valid. I reply with my own questions: How many members of Team Stimey are there? How many cats did we have previously? How are we supposed to live with such an imbalance in those answers?
I think you have your answer, my friend.
Also, keep in mind that I’ve watched said friend share a glass of water with one of my original cats, so I know that she is pro feline—or at least pro-original cats.
Can I see a better photo? What are their names?
Sharky is my cat and Pickles belongs to Alex.
Are they girls like all your other cats?
No, we had to go with boys this time because they were who we fell in love with, even though we intended to get girl cats. Hey, love is love, right?
I will probably call them “she” seven billion times before I get used to the fact that I have boy cats.
So, how do these two cats know each other anyway?
They’re brothers. They’re two months old. Their mom is still up for adoption at the cat shelter if you’re looking for a cat to be your only pet.
What did these delightful animals do at the cat shelter to make you pick them?
Alex went into a little room with them first while I talked to a volunteer. By the time I got in there, he was completely enamored with Pickles, who was cavorting all over in the goofiest way possible. Sharky was far shyer, but then I picked him up and he instantly started to purr and it was all over.
Don’t you worry though. Once we got them home, Sharky totally stepped up and is being as big of a jerk as Pickles.
But seriously. Five cats? FIVE? Really?
I figure as long as the pet shelter is still willing to give us cats, we don’t have too many. However, I am afraid that the receptionist at my vet hospital is going to make fun of me. Maybe he’ll be on vacation when I take them in—you know, every time I take them in.
Is Pickles named after the firefighter cat Pickles in the Jenny and the Cat Club series?
Sadly, no. The name just came to Alex at some point and that was it. The name idea is probably older than the cat actually. Naturally I was okay with the name because of the firefighter cat. Also because Pickles is one of the best cat names in the history of cat names.
Okay, Pickles. I get that. Cute. And there is a cat precedent. But Sharky? That seems weird, even for you, Stimey.
I’ve just started watching House of Cards and I watched the first episode where Frank is all, “I love that woman. I love her more than sharks love blood,” and I was all-in on sharks, blood, House of Cards, and vague television-related allusions in pet names. I am also terrified of Kevin Spacey and Robin Wright on that series, but that is neither here nor there.
So, yeah, Sharky.
Also, he has a fin-shaped spot on his forehead.
Also, he’s a super badass.
How are they settling in?
Really well. I mean, they really did not care for the trip home in the car, but once we got them out of the carrier in Alex and my bedroom, they got all confident and goofy and hilarious.
How are the other cats taking it? Were they all, “Really? Five cats? FIVE?!?”
We have a whole process planned to introduce the cats to each other. See, we have a really good cat ecosystem here and we are concerned about throwing the whole thing sideways so we want to make sure all parties get along. The kittens are sequestered in one room for a couple of days and the cats are all sniffing each other from under the door while we throw treats at them.
Fingers crossed, knock on wood, toss some salt, etc. We’ll let you know how it goes.
How is Team Stimey Jr. taking it?
About how you’d expect. Tears. Screaming. Rending of garments.
I kid. They’re clearly over the moon. Each of them asked to sleep on the floor in the room where the kittens are tonight. We refused, in an effort to (a) keep things normal for our original trio and (b) keep children out of our bedroom.
We didn’t tell the kids we were getting cats today because we weren’t 100% sure we were going to. So their little minds were blown by surprise kittens. What is better than surprise kittens?
But five cats? Who really needs five cats?
We do, all right? There are a lot of homeless pets in the world and these guys are getting a good home, so I’ll take all of your judging and raised eyebrows. (This is mostly directed at my mom, who is incredulous about our wanting so many cats, but takes full advantage of kitten love when she visits.)
Also, please look at these photos and then tell me we didn’t need so many cats.
I know I sound a little defensive here, but that’s only because we have five cats. FIVE. I mean, really.
Did you intend to get color coordinated cats?
No, but what a happy cowinkydink, right?!?
How is Quinn going to turn in his homework if the cats are sleeping on it all the time?