Since the sad passing of my kitten Sassy, I’ve been wanting to get another cat. Heck if I’m going to die alone with my face eaten off by my cats, I really need at least one cat, right?
Anyways, I had been semi offered two kittens by the vet, but that never happened. I then discovered that an animal shelter that I’d assumed defunct was actually still operating, so I was checking on their website for kittehs.
Now the strange thing is that the night after Sassy died I had a dream where I acquired two cats, a tortie she and another cat who I couldn’t see properly. About 2 weeks ago an ad comes on the shelter’s site looking for a home for a tortie female and her kitten. I texted the number and didn’t get a reply. I tried emailing the foster home but nothing. I then contacted the shelter and they said it was a “shared” ad from another shelter further down the county, I dug around and found them on Facebook and there were two ads for cats, both of them tortie females with a kitten.
So I’m posting on the photos asking about these cats… and no one’s answering me.
Meanwhile I’ve been telling a friend of mine about my poor little kitten, and she tells me her mother (lives on a farm) has a shed full of stray cats that have wandered into the yard over the last few months. There are about 10 of them now and my friend has been taming them in order to re-home them, so she says she’ll see what she can find for me.
A few days later she texts me to say there’s a black kitten who’s very friendly that I can have. I make arrangements to go see it on the Friday when my mother is at Daycare. Before I can get there, my friend’s mother had taken a shine to the cat and wanted to keep it.
I’m checking my phone and facebook for replies to me requests for the tortie’n’kitten, but there’s nothing, then I look at my spam folder in my email and someone’s answered me! I reply and tell them I’m interested in mother and kitten, forever indoor home etc… and wait for a reply.
My friend phones me to tell me she’s had a word with her mother and if I want the cat I can come pick her up. So I go for a look. Turns out she actually has tamed two of the strays and suggests I might like to take both…?
Hmmm. While she goes to find the black kitten, she points out the other cat, and he’s a lovely pale ginger, she finds the black cat and lo, the kitten (about 6 months old at a guess) is actually a tortie! She is mostly black.
Well dammit I said YES I’LL TAKE THEM BOTH!!! and I returned later with my cat carrier to whisk them home.
(I’ve emailed the shelter to apologise but I can’t take their cats now. I’ll send them the donation fee anyways for the inconvenience I’ve caused)
My mother wasn’t one bit amused that there are two cats, but she’s warming to the idea now.
After a few days I decided the tom should be called Dave, and yesterday the she’s name came to me -Georgia.
Dave has sussed out what the litter tray is, however Georgia hasn’t and is pooing on the floor.
They spent their first full day with us hiding due to Mother shouting at her ‘guests’ (lewey body dementia hallucinations). However she’s calmed down a bit now, so the two cats are happy enough to come out from hiding and play with the jingly balls I got them.
slightly rubbish pic of them in the carrier
For some reason artificial light makes her look a lot lighter than she is, and him a lot darker than he is 
