Porter and I went to Lansing today to pick out a new pet.
TWO new pets (Hey, come on… they were buy one get one free and even more… they were discounted because they’d both been at the Humane Society for awhile!)
Let me start out by saying… I am a dog person. I really don’t “care” for cats. They are stupid, IMO. They can’t learn manners. They aren’t “trainable”… they do whatever the hell they want and that’s so damn annoying.
I digress… somehow I talked myself into a cat. TWO cats! (Hey! BOGO Free, remember!)
Porter was so so excited. He really was. He’s such an animal lover like I was as a child. I’ve always had this odd need to nurture animals… I was always bringing home lost baby rabbits, or baby birds or hurt animals or stray dogs… Drove my mom nuts.
At the shelter we browsed all the cat cages and then spent some time in Kitty Kingdom where a bunch of cats ran free. There were obvious cats that wouldn’t work for us… played too rough (nipping), growled or hissed at Porter etc. And there were a few comatose aka lazy cats. And then we found these two. They tolerated Porter picking them up… they snuggled up to him. They are so sweet!
Today Porter and I spent some time picking out names for our cats. I knew I wanted to pick out a boy and a girl. I wanted Irish type names as St. Patrick’s Day is tomorrow (crap… gotta dress kids in green!). It was between Charlie and Lola (P loves that show)//Rory and Tessa//Rory and Lola.
Well, we then fell in love with Ella and Stewie. Now, Ella I can live with. Its cute. Although… I do like the name Ellery for a maybe-in-the-future-daughter so I wanted to avoid keeping her name Ella. However, its kind of stuck. Stewie, however… no way. We decided on Rory, as it means “red haired” and well, he sure is red!
They’re warming up fantastically. They’re both super friendly and lovable. Rory moreso than Ella so far. He climbed up in bed with Porter and plopped down with us as we read a book before bed. And I really do like them!
But… ask me again in a week when they’re jumping on my counters and pissing in the piss-room… err… play-room. I’m sure I’ll have a different story for you then.