I did it. I finally did it. After years of promising my kids that we’d get pet cats after we bought a house, I’ve fulfilled on that promise (though not without some serious reservations).
A few weeks ago we made a visit to the Humane Society of Utah up in Murray. Seeing all those sweet looking cats, it was hard not to take a few home. On the same token, being around that many cats, it really made me think twice about adopting a cat.
See, the thing about cats, as much as I love them, is that they are covered in fur. Not that I don’t like fur — as long as it stays on the cat. But unfortunately it doesn’t.
So today, with the intention of adopting one cat, we got two. Two cat-loving friends of mine, Steve Lindhorst and Neal Jenks, both recommended I get two cats, so I did. In addition to the getting-2-instead-of-1 rule breaking, I also broke several other of my own rules (kind of like when I said I’d NEVER buy a north-facing house… doh!) For one, I always figured I’d get kittens (so they would grow up in my house, with me, instead of growing up somewhere else with someone else) and instead I got a 2 year old and a 5 year old.
At least I stuck with my rule about getting short hairs. I was seriously this close to getting a long-hair Maine Coon mix.
So how is it? Well, it’s about 24 hours into our adoption of these two cats, and so far it hasn’t been too bad. The two cats didn’t like each other too much at first, but they are just starting to get used to the idea that they are going to have to live in the same house together. I think they’ll be alright.
Both cats are females. My wife chose a 2 year old lynx point siamese mix. She has some interesting colors and is quite a talker. My wife likes talkers, and I don’t mind them too much, but dude! I had a lot of cats growing up and I’ve never heard a cat talk so much in my life! Hopefully it’s just her being nervous in a new home.
Originally named “Frost,” my wife renamed her “Snake.” No, not after the Simpson’s character, but because when she’s nervous she shakes her tail (more than most cats) and the tip looks like a rattle snakes shaking rattle.
The 5 year old is my pick. She’s a tortoise shell, or “tortie,” and is pretty good sized for a female cat. I had a tortie growing up, and I kind of fell in love with the crazy colors of torties.
Originally named the very generic “Kitty,”I renamed her “Dax.” Yeah, I have a thing for single-syllable Star Trek names, and Dax was the only female character name I could think of off hand. She also has an interesting mutation that, despite her age, kind of sold me on her. Can you see it in the above picture? If not, here’s a close up:
Yep, that’s a couple extra toes you’re looking at. She has at least one extra digit on each of her four feet. One her front legs, it kind of looks like she has an opposable thumb at times, and I half expect her to just start picking things up in her paw like a human.
I know it’s kind of weird of me, but I really like the weird mutation, so I got her. We discovered that a claw on one of her mutant toes had grown so long, it had curled around and was stabbing her in the paw, so we trimmed it off.
So there you have it. We’ll see if I regret my decision after a few weeks with the new family members.