We got two new cats this week, Pickle and Skillet. While the procuring was a bit of a debacle, we finally have two cats and our house is moving back to its usual organized chaos, instead of complete insanity. Of course, Felix has been along for the ride, from going to the humane society to pick out our new cats, to hanging out with me outside a dilapidated garage to rescue Pickle, who decided it would be fun to try living on the lamb for a few days. While rescuing a cat was not exactly what I had in mind last Sunday when I suggested we adopt some cats, I am trying to take the long view that I am trying to teach Felix a love for animals, and that we do not give up on anyone or anything, even when things get hard.
On the other hand, life lessons from Skillet are a little more what you would expect from when you adopt a kitten. She is completely entertaining and lovable, and Felix has had a blast playing and cuddling with her this past week. Compared to our previous cats who were terrified of Felix, Skillet (and Pickle too) are not phased by him, so he is getting to bond with cats in a way he never got to before. Tonight I heard him say to Skillet "I love you my little sweet kitty"... and my heart melted.
