Proud Mommies
For my twenty-fifth birthday, I became a mommy.
Or, well, you know. I got kitties. *laugh* Yes, there are two brand new additions to the Genevieve/Kate household: Monet and Cymbeline. I fell in love with them at the West LA Animal Shelter on Sunday; on Monday, they came home with us.
They are, without a doubt, two of the most entertaining, inquisitive, energetic, adorable and loving kittens ever to be. They're about three months old and are not directly related, but spent their kittenhood in the same foster care, practically from birth on. They sleep together, play together, and fight together. Boy, do they fight, tumbling and nipping and rolling and batting. As all good sisters do.
Tonight, Monet spent a good while dashing this way and that, chasing a little fluffy thing on the end of a wand that I was waving around for her. Kittens are so cute! Yesterday, they both climbed up onto my lap as I worked at the computer, twisted their little bodies around each other, and fell asleep. Last night, they spent half the night tumbling around my bed and licking my face, and the other half of the night doing the same to Gen. When I woke up, they were finally sleeping, curled together in a tight little ball. Why can't they sleep when I do? Silly things.
When we first met them, Monet seemed shy and timid and cautious. Cymmie looked bold and adventurous and playful. We were fooled! Monet was the first to escape from the kitchen and lose herself for an entire day in the depths of the apartment. She's the one who will play with anything that moves--and many things that don't. Her favorite target is usually Cymmie. Cymbeline is much more careful when playing, but purrs very easily. In fact, she's just climbed into my lap and is motor-boating so loudly I bet Gen can hear her down the hall.
Here, Proud Mommies love showing off pictures of their babies. What makes you think I'd be any different?
Monet, having just woken up from a little catnap.
Cymbeline, avoiding the camera. I have countless photographs of just a tail or a paw or a back end, and some even of just the bed or the floor, where a kitten has dashed out of the frame before the picture could be taken.
Gen, trying to get both kittens to stay still long enough to be photographed together.
Catch that mouse, Cymmie!
Monet, looking about ready to pounce on something herself.
And after a long day of playing, they just curled up on my lap and fell asleep. Can we say "Awwwww"?