I am proud of my daughter, as mom's are, but doubly proud this week. She added a bitty house panther to her pride. Meet Jacen.
It started last Saturday with a trip to the pet store to get Frontline for the two she and my son-in-law already have; Faux, a Maine Coon, and Tobey, an orange marmalade. The pet store was having an adopt-a-thon. $10 for each pet. Jacen and another kitten, Jaina, a calico, had been injured and were coming off rehabilitation at a foster home. They had bonded so the store asked that they be adopted together. I got a text on Saturday afternoon, "We may have just done something stupid."
I know I'm preaching to the choir, since we all love house panthers, but it's not stupid to have the means to give cats/kittens homes. They arrived on Sunday and have settled in. Tobey wasn't interested in them at all, but Sunday and Monday evenings, he followed my daughter into the kitchen, sat down and "complained" to her. She said they knew it was a complaint by the tone of the meow. He has not hissed at them.
Faux hissed briefly on Sunday evening, but then retreated to his lofty perch atop the bookshelves in the dining room. Monday evening, he walked up to Jaina, sniffed her and walked away. My son-in-law has never had kittens in his house. He's always had adults. These two are 14 weeks old.
My daughter said it was kind of sad to be at the adoption event. They had 7 black kittens and, while people were cooing over them, she didn't see anyone take one home. She knows how much I love Pilchard and how I stress that black cats are the least adopted so that kind of pushed them over the edge. Plus, my son-in-law is a huge Star Wars fan. He now has his "Darth Vader"-esq cat, even if he named them after Han Solo and Princess Leia's children. My daughter has discovered a problem I have. Black cats are hard to photograph and doubly so when they are kittens with boundless energy.