. . . And no, I’m not pregnant, so the few of you who know me IRL can stop hyperventilating now.
Last year, while living with my (now ex-)boyfriend, we got two cats. Last week, I moved into my new apartment, and watched my cat look very lonely. My new roomate has wanted to get a cat, so off we trundled to the SPCA.
[tangent] I hate the SPCA. It makes me want to cry everytime I go there. [/tangent]
My roomate was set on a kitten, until we actually stepped into the cat room. Curled up on top of each other were a pair of two-year-old littermates. Beautiful grey-and-orange tortoiseshells. Huge orange eyes.
We wanted them. Both of them. If only to save them from the fool who named them ‘Lulu and Lili’.
Being Pratchetteers both, we’ve named them Eskarina and Gytha.
I think if I’m not too groggy tonight, I’ll break out the webcam and post some pics.