New kitties- and mixed feelings

Eesh, what a few days I've had.... on the bright side the tooth extraction sites are still healing nicely (no more sharp points) and the weather is mostly nice lately, but it has been somewhat crazy too.

Last week, Mom told me that a patient at the doctor's office (really a hospice patient of her boss, Dr. Brook) where she works was dying, and she had two cats that she was hoping someone at the office would take, not wanting them to go to a shelter. Most shelters here are kill shelters, and the one I know of that isn't is one that keeps all its available cats- all 300- in one large room. Mom mentioned this all in passing last week, and I gave no thought to it. I didn't think she'd actually go for it. I for one think we're not really ready yet for new cats- Mom for instance still cries when she thinks of Sammy, our last cat who only died somewhat unexpectedly last December. Heck, she was crying about her again this morning. It didn't sit too well with me either, but then on Friday night Mom announced that on Saturday we would be going to pick up the cats down in Pawley's Island. I thought it was too soon, and told her so- but she'd been told they were friendly (and Handsome was a little 'wild') and she didn't want them to go to a shelter. And so Missy (a gold/brown tabby who is older, somewhere between 14-18 years old) ans Handsome (a silver and white tuxedo cat somewhere between 2 and 4 years old) now live with us. They are cute to look at, but my god they can be tiring to keep up with. Their former owner let them get away with everything- climbing on counters and tables and such, lots of things we never let our cats do. Clearly we'll have some training to do... I worry endlessly that they'll break something or knock something over. Plus both of them keep trying to get into my room, which is always off limits to pets due to the volume of fragile and antique things in it. Handsome keeps trying to wedge himself into the corner under my bed- a little whiff of catnip seems to help get him out. But I have to keep my door closed all the time, even when I'm not there, just so they can't get in. Meaning I won't be able to cool my room down in summer (my room is alwaysa the hottest in the house for some reason). Oy vay...

I still think we're not ready for this emotionally, but we have them- hopefully they learn the new routine and get used to their new surroundings soon... I admit I'm not too happy with Mom for going over my head with this and just deciding to take them without really discussing it with me, since we were supposed to pick out a cat together when we were ready for one, but oh well.

As for me, bedtime calls- hopefully those two little night owls won't keep me up with their playing and wandering too much out in the living room tonight...I could hear them out there last night and they kept Mom up too. 

I'll post some pics of them tomorrow.