|Katie in a bag.|
Mr. L and I drove across town to the local humane society (Lollipop Farm) to find another tabby. There was only one available for adoption. A four-month-old kitten. She was in a cage with her sister. They had been there only a day, and they were frightened. They had their little arms wrapped around each other. It broke my heart. We asked to see them both to decide which one we'd take.
|Bonnie & Betsy keep warm by the heat run.|
We ended up with two.
No way could we split up these two sisters. (Betsy and Bonnie.)
The first few months we had them, the girls were inseparable--although they both showed teen-age puppy love for our then dominate male, Larry. (They absolutely LOVED him! They both looked at him with adoring eyes. So funny!)
As time went by, however, the girls seemed to forget that they started out in the same womb. Sometimes they'd sit together, but it was usually by accident. And often, if one got too close to the other--crowding her sister--there'd be hissing, although the girls always ate side-by-side and were never bothered by it.
|Our Gingerbread Girl, May 2011|
What we have discovered over the years is that (DUH!) cats don't think the same way humans do. Sibling cats CAN be separated and live long and happy lives. As we learned to our detriment, humane societies and animal rescue organizations are always looking to "get rid of" a 2-for. (And who can blame them.) But honestly, if you only want one cat, and they try to foist off two on you, you have to decide what is best for you and your new pet.
|George, the tiny terrorist.|
|The last picture of Bonnie (left) and Betsy taken together (fall, 2011)|
So, happy anniversary, Betsy. We love you.
(P.S. We still call her our kitten. She doesn't mind.)