Day 2 - Star turned Pepsi (for now)

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What's that above? That's what Star - my new foster cat - has to contribute to this blog since she doesn't have her own set up yet.

...or more likely, she was crossing my keyboard (as many cats seem to like doing) as I was just getting this started.

Anyways, she's been quite a treat to have sequestered in my other bedroom, and as you can see, she likes to accessorize (albeit that's my camera case) like any girly cat should. The original description I got of her said she was black, but upon further inspection I discovered she's more black/brown like cola - thus I started calling her Pepsi (Star is an okay name, but really not befitting of such a cutie, nor anything I'd call a cat). Not only is she cola coloured, she's got tabby stripes hidden in that black/brown fur, "tuxedo cat" patches of white on her chest and tippy toes, and Siamese characteristics in her ears and face - a true melting pot of kitty geneology.

Sweet sweet temperament, a little clingy at times, and talkative when she's hungry - she's got all the makings of the perfect little buddy...except she tends to express how happy she is by purring loudly and kneading the carpet or the chair you're sitting in. She snores too when she's really tuckered out, but only little kitty snores - nothing too loud.

So now I've got an extra cat. Any takers? Lemme know or give Toronto Cat Rescue a call...

And then there were three...

Ok, so while I had told myself that I'd wait a year until I got another cat, I realized that I was okay with getting another now, about 5 months after my little Skeeter passed away.

Toronto Cat Rescue is the organization I adopted the threesome from. Their original names are Joey, Jake and Penelope. I'm not a fan of those names in particular, so I've decided to rename them. I've only figured out 2 of the 3 names thus far though - Joey will become "Foster" (very appropriate), Jake will become "Oscar" (I love this name), and Penelope will be...well...I haven't decided, but it may turn out to be "Blakely" or "Mercedes." We'll see if either of those stick. That's the nice thing about cats. They so rarely come when they're called, you don't really have to worry about naming them. The dark blob below is Foster.
This one is Oscar:
And this one is...Blakely/Mercedes/I'm not sure yet.
The pictures above are the last time I actually saw them. Ever since Tuesday, they've been hiding inside my couch as illustrated by the lumps on the side under the coverlet in the picture below:
Thus far, they've only come out at night, and are still very distrusting of me (after all, I did kidnap them out of their comfy home). But when they do come out at night, it makes me think that I've adopted night owls, not cats. The amount of crashing, shifting and snooping around that they do as a pack makes me think they're not as shy as they let on...I've woken up to cats falling off the dresser, 3 cats playing in my closet in the laundry hamper, my toothbrush on the ground, one torn up catnip toy, and a whole lotta scampering from behind the TV. Good thing I fall back asleep pretty easily...

Here's hoping they mellow out sooner than later.