fine whine

Tucked down at the bottom of yesterday's post I mention "the cats", and that is the first that I have written anything about the two new additions to our household.

Meet Silkie and Eddie.We've had them for a week now. They're both about a year old; she's a tortoiseshell Manx and he's an orange tabby. At the adoption center last week they both just seemed so right for us that we couldn't choose between them. In the store Eddie was quiet and affectionate, content to sit in my lap and be petted or licked*, and Silkie couldn't get enough belly rubs from Jessica.

As soon as we let them out of their carriers (thirteen bucks apiece, but they'll probably come in handy again) they pretty much ran and hid for the next several days.

Silkie, the 'friendly, affectionate, almost dog-like' Manx is very reluctant to emerge from the table, bed, or sewing basket under which she huddles. She's been letting us pet her under wherever, and purrs like a diesel engine, but still hasn't quite emboldened herself to walk freely around the house and us the way that Eddie has. He more or less plops himself in our laps for half hours at a time, expecting petting or at least a warm place for a nap.

Both of them enjoy playing with bits of string, and Eddie's given the laser pointer dot a run for its money as well. Silkie's a little gadget shy (the camera makes her run, and even flashlights seem to spook her) so I haven't tried the dot on her quite yet.

We've got time, though. Lots of time.

* I was doing the petting, and Eddie, the licking, of course.