The instant I had convinced myself (and my husband, with loads of not-too-gentle nudging from the kids) that another cat was needed, we decided it should be a marmalade tom. We went to visit a litter of kittens, only to find said marmalade tom inextricably curled up with his most unbearably cute marmalade/tortoiseshell/tabby sister.
Kittens, you know, when curled up together, can form a perfect yin/yang circle.
We tried to resist. But not too long.
The only real concern we had was…what will the dog say? Mom-in-law was seriously worried they might not get along. We were pretty convinced they would, or at least agree to some sort of wary truce. We knew our dog was a caring, patient, motherly creature.
So we came home with two kittens in tow, told them in best Locke Lamora manner how everything they beheld was theirs and how we absolutely weren’t getting attached to them (they instantly recognized the lie) and three days of hissy fits ensued.
They became friends. There’s probably a lesson in there, about how we should look past the outer shell and set aside our differences and stuff like that, but I’m too busy swooning and melting to really think about it.