Yay! Two little baby boys, brothers, whose mom is a street-kitty. The agency said they needed to be fostered at the very least, but Lady and I are going to adopt them. Agencies cannot adopt out kitties until they are fixed, and since Emmett still has his package (Lucas doesn't), we can't go through the paperwork until the procedure is complete.
They are allegedly 7 or 8 weeks old, but Emmett got up on his brother with his machinery working. Gross. Nothing happened, but I'd be happier when his appetite is tamed by the chopping of his balls. Does anything even work at this age? Talk about babies having babies.
They are crazy kids. Lucas is a bit on the s-h-y side (don't want him to hear any negative talk) but when they two of them get going, it's chaos! I think he just may need some extra time to feel safe. Emmett, on the other hand, is our s-o-c-i-a-l one (don't want him to hear and then feel like he can't be s-h-y when he wants to). Parenting is hard freakin' work.
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You are a pair of good and righteous lesbians. Cat lovin', 2pm beer drinkers. Ya-hay!
Down with Tulane. Let's call 'em out Berkeley-style. Noise is our legacy.
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