Crazed and Insane...

I am crazed, and Kevin is insane...just thought we should warn all of our friends and family, before we get carted off to the nut-house...

When we lost Gracie and Rover so close together, we promised Jackie and Amanda that we would let them get another kitty. After talking about it, we decided to let them get two. That way, when our remaining cat (who is 12 years-old) passes away, the new one wouldn't be so lonely. It made sense at the time. Until we got to the Humane Society shelter and saw all the cats and kittens just waiting for their forever-family to come save them.

Right away, Amanda spotted 'her' kitten. The shelter called her "Blossom", but Amanda named her "Smokey".



It didn't take Jackie long to find her new friend, either. This one was called "Sassy". It fit, so "Sassy", she is. She and Jackie have very similar personalities...curious, busy, and full of mischief. It is a great match, all around.






Thinking the business of adopting was done, I went to complete the paperwork so we could take our new friends home. Imagine my surprise when Kevin called me back to where the cat-cages were. He had found a friend for himself, and let her talk him into bringing her home. Kevin felt like he needed to ask for my opinion, but I'm a sucker for animals, so here came number 3... Her name is "Peek-a-Boo", but we just call her "Boo". She's two, and is quite a chatterbox. We should have named her "Chatty-Kathy".



In case you think that this mental-lapse was limited to our little family, think again. Marc and Debra (my brother and his wife who live in the basement apartment of our house), came with us to lend moral support. They too, succumbed to the insanity of the moment and brought home a year-old kitty named "Egypt" - she is dainty and sweet with black fur and orange-colored eyes. Did I mention that they already have three cats? Hey what's another one???...the more the merrier!!!

In spite of my grousing, everyone is getting along and settling into their new digs. The dogs think we brought home new toys for them to play with. Our old kitty, Freeway, wonders where his peace and quiet went.



Especially since the kittens find him fascinating and follow him everywhere. They really like to stalk his tail and can't understand why he gets cranky when they pounce on it. Poor Freeway doesn't realize we did this so he'd have company. He just tries to maintain as much of his dignity as he can.

Me? I shake my head at how weak-willed we are, give thanks that we saved four lives this week, and understand better why we call this place: Happy Acres - welcome to life at the ZOO!