Finally, after weeks and weeks of enquiring, when I called in at the cat shelter yesterday the lady in the shop said yes, they did have two furry, little creatures waiting for a cosy new home. Hurrah, hurrah! Although we still miss our old girls, the time feels right now to have some mowzers about the place again (as long as they don't actually go and bring any home!)
And so back to our house came this gorgeous little pair who despite many warnings, have settled in immediately and made themselves right at home.
So meet Bertie the tabby (I've been desperate to call a cat Bertie for years!) He's roughly 8 1/2 weeks old and bless him we are his third home already. He'd gone to live with another family but unfortunately their little baby developed an allergic reaction to his fur and he had to be returned. Luckily for us we're all cat-proof (scratches aside). He's extremely funny, loves a cuddle and looks as if butter wouldn't melt!
And here is beautiful Bella, a little younger and a very dainty lady. She is the timider of the two (hence not so many pictures yet) but believe me she can hold her own and the pair of them are pummelling each other to bits. They're strangers to each other so are battling things out a bit but I think peace is starting to break out and already they're curling up for naps and happy to eat together too.
It's fantastic to have animals in the house again (I don't really get affectionate about goldfish if I'm honest) and kittens are such amazing fun. Our little boys are thrilled and completely fascinated. Archie especially has really taken to looking after them, maybe because he's not the smallest for a change, and I keep finding him curled up next to their basket giving a bit of advice on taking a nap and drinking milk.
There's been much rooting around retrieving furry bodies from tight corners, hissing, wiping up, cooing and cuddling and for some it's all been a bit exhausting. What else can you say but ahhhhh. Happy days ahead.