So I posted the names I might be calling the new kitty, but I never actually posed what I actually ended up calling her.
Maggie. Or Miss Maggie or Maggie Mae or a whole bunch of other silly things. Garren actually named her....although he denies it. He says he only suggested the name, but he named her. Don't let him fool you.
Miss Maggie is still very skittish, probably from her time on the mean streets of Santa Barbara, but she's getting better. We tried her out in a small space when she first came into the house and then moved her into our room. She was terrified of the hallway and lets not even talk about the big bad kitchen, but the last few days she and Willoughby have been playing extensively and I have left the bedroom door open so that she can venture out. She even made it to the living room one night while I was watching TV. She did however turn tail and run as soon as she noticed me though. Maggie has even taken to sleeping on the bed with us at night. When she first started out in our room the bed was to be under not on top of. She has since discovered the plushness of the top of the bed though....
She and Willoughby however are the funniest things ever. They are wrestling and chasing each other, grooming each other and napping together. It's the cutest thing EVER. Exhibit A. I was a little nervous that Willoughby would be jealous of a new kitty, but since she came home all he wants is to be where she is. If I can't find her I just look for Willoughby and he's usually staring at where ever she is hiding. He's so happy and it makes me so happy.
It's pathetic. I basically have furry children and I talk about them as such. I feel like the old cat lady....oh well.
the picture of them sleeping together is ridiculously adorable. sooo cute.
i think, as long as you stay friends with me, you'll never have to worry about being the old cat lady with the most cats. if that helps you at all.
ha ha ha! i just thought that someday when we're old we should live together or next door to each other and combine our cats. oh man. we would be the little old cat lady friends then.
I like the old lady plan. I could come by sometimes with my dog, and then when I left you two would gossip about me. 'That dumb dog loving old biddy,' you would say, your voices muffled through the cats wrapped around your heads. Meanwhile, me and my dog loving oldster friends would be all fit and happy from walking our pets and not keeping them wrapped around our heads. But still I would be sad when you wouldn't let me in the cat clubhouse because I didn't know the secret password song.