Monday, October 11, 2010

Looking Back

When we got Wendy and Possum as kittens last year, we hadn't spent much time examining them closely in their foster homes. Wendy mostly huddled and cringed in her crate, staring at us with huge eyes, while Possum was very active, running around and playing with his siblings. We held each of them a couple of times, and made our decisions mostly on instinct.

So it was fun to "discover" them after we got them home. We loved Wendy's calico spots, but we hadn't gotten a good look at her backside.

When we saw her fluffy hind legs, or "bloomers," we were charmed. She's patterned like a harlequin: one leg has orange and white stripes; the other has black and white stripes. There are cute "polka dots" on her feet, too. So festive. One of her many nicknames is "Mrs. Partypants."

When I first saw Possum and his siblings on, I had the impression that they were gray tabbies. Here's one of the photos:

Abenaki, Passamaquoddy, and Ossipee in foster care

Possum was also listed as a spayed female. My husband kept saying he only wanted another female kitten. How fortuitous that, while I was pining for a little boy, Possum secretly was a little boy.

And Possy's not gray. He's a classic brown tabby. His amazingly silky, tawny fur matches his hazel eyes. When we discovered that his lower lip is outlined in black, that possum-y feature helped us choose his name.

While we'd liked his white mittens and ruff at first sight, we didn't see the extent of his white "trimmings" until he came home with us and began lying around on his back. He has a fluffy white chest and belly and extra-long white socks.

I tend to get nostalgic when anniversaries roll around; the kittens' adoptions were such a joyful time last October. I'm focusing on the nice surprises that accompanied them — including the way our older cats accepted them almost immediately. And how the racket the babies made as they played together in the night —we were bracing for at least a year of sleep deprivation — was always happy music to our ears.

It's important to balance these against the other surprises — the calicivirus, ringworm, and other parasites that darkened our door soon after they arrived. (I don't think we'll be celebrating the anniversary of their ringworm diagnosis on November 7!)

1 comment:

  1. Oh my...yes, one of the things I will enjoy when I retire from 'cat herding' next year, is not having to worry about bringing in those bugs you describe and just having simple adult, altered and healthy cats that just go to the vets once a year, hahameow.


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