Today we brought home two kittens, a black one we’re calling Panther and a striped one we’re calling Tiger.
They’re from New Orleans, we’re told, brothers from a litter of five. A flight attendant for Delta brought them up to Boston, where we picked them up from a shelter. They’re four months old now, and their birthday was on or around April 4, 2012.
Two nights ago we visited with them for about a hour. We also met Zeke, an eight month old who was very sweet, but we thought we’d try the kitten experience and we were willing to take them both in our home. The shelter really didn’t want to split them up.
Having spent the afternoon and evening with them, I see why. These two love each other and chase each other all over the house. Panther is much more shy than Tiger but they’re both very sweet. We had some friends over tonight to meet the kittens and Panther spent most of the evening under our bed. Tiger was an absolute saint with four very excited girls, letting them carry him around like a baby.
Uh oh, Tiger just scaled the baby gate we put up to keep them out of Naomi’s room. Panther simply took a running leap to get over it. I’m a little worried that we’re all going to get even less sleep than usual. At least they jumped out again as the witching hours continue.
Speaking of sleep, I could use some. In short these kittens are great. Everyone is very excited about them. They seem happy. We’re happy.