I'll start with the sad news. I told you a while back that Ollie had been diagnosed with diabetes and probably some other stuff it wasn't worth testing for since whatever it was it wasn't going to be something treatable. Well, for a while, we had the diabetes stabilized and he was back to eating on his own. Unfortunately, a couple of weeks ago, he stopped eating again and the vet said his kidneys were failing, so we had to let him go.
Ollie was a terrific little man for 13 years and we miss him. Witness Oliver in all of his grand regalness.
We weren't the only ones who were sad about Ollie's absence. Widget spent a lot of time roaming the house trying to figure out where Ollie was hiding. She was visibly unhappy.
So, yesterday, we went to the ASPCA in Manhattan and adopted new friends/toys/siblings/niece & nephew for Widget.
I now present the new kitties!
First, meet Lulu. This was an interesting case, since usually you go to the shelter looking for a kitten you like and then think of a name. GF absolutely knew that we were going there with the intention of adopting Lulu. It was just a matter of finding the kitten who was utterly full of Lulu-ness. The shelter thought this kitty's name was Kristen. They were wrong. This kitty is Lulu if ever there was a Lulu.
The second kitty was more difficult. At first, I picked a really lively kitty the shelter thought was named Pearl. There was added confusion because the cage had paperwork for two cats even though there was only one cat in the cage. And the collar said the kitty's name was Pearl even though the paperwork said the cage contained Clapton and Darlin'. Lo & behold, I have no idea where Clapton and Darlin' were, but it turned out that some little deaf kid already had dibs on Pearl. Stupid little deaf kids!
So I went back upstairs to look at who else was still looking for a family and I met this kitty. I'm gonna let you guys suggest names for this little man. I'll give you some helpful information about him. 1. The shelter thinks his name is Marvin. He does have some distinct Marvin-ness about him and they might be right. 2. GF thinks he's a Milo. 3. He purrs like a freight train. 4. When you adopt one kitten, they charge you $125. When you adopt a 2nd one, you only pay $25 more, so I thought about naming him D.C. (for Discount Cat). 5. Lastly, his paperwork says he's been neutered, but I'm pretty sure I detect two teeny-tiny pom-poms still riding his nether region. Anyway, suggest away. I'm not sure I'll use any of your suggestions, but I'd like to hear 'em. Update: Petey and Otis have been thrown into the hat for consideration.
Before I close, a couple more things you should know. It's not really clear from the pictures, but these little guys are tiny. They're each about 8 weeks old (from different litters) and fit comfortably in the palm of one hand. Also, I wish the pictures were crisper, but the only time they're even remotely still is when their eyes are scrunched tight and they're curled in little sleeping balls. I wanted pics with their eyes open, so you get slightly blurry, cat-not-quite-still pictures.
Oh, and how does Widget feel about all of this. Oddly enough, she's as unhappy about new furry intruders as she was about not being able to find Ollie.
She'll get over it.