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So far, the kittens are working out. While we had agreed to adopt Puck, and he was doing fairly well, I really didn’t want another cat. Unfortunately, fate likes to kick me as often as it can and we ended up with Harvey.

The first day and a half, Harvey wouldn’t eat, drink, or poop. I figured that it was because he was nervous and scared. From the stories I heard, he didn’t seem like he came from a good home. Eventually, he ate. Then, he peed in the corner of the bedroom. Paul and I chalked it up to being nervous. After all, the first night Harvey was with us, he slept in the litter box.

At first, neither Puck nor Harvey wanted anything to do with each other. Then there was the hissing, mostly from Puck. Now, they get along, with bits of play fighting. The only time they actually fight is when Puck wants to play with the toy mouse that squeaks. Harvey acquiesces, probably knowing that Puck would hurt him if he didn’t.

Puck can also be quite the bully. I suppose he is just exercising his dominance, but, for a three-legged cat, he’s quite tough.

Harvey is also jumping on counters and every other place he’s not supposed to be. He easily jumps the length of our couch too. The other day, we came home to the trash spread all over the living room. We immediately knew the guilty party was Harvey.

When I was sick last week, Puck decided that sleeping on my chest was the best way to help me breathe. He also likes to wake me up by nipping on my toes (Great, now I’ve got the Red Dwarf theme song stuck in my head.). At least these guys let me sleep through the night. They pretty much know our schedules now and have been good about not waking us up in the middle of the night.

I think they are working out fine. Hopefully, we can eventually get a bigger place to live so they have more room to run around as they are never going to be outdoor cats.

I’ve got a few pictures and I hope to get them up on the site this weekend so everyone can see my ceiling cat and basement cat.

We were supposed to go to a wedding today, but decided against it because of the hectic things going on at home.  Paul has bronchitis and the two kittens are not liking each other too much at the moment.

We took D’Argo to the Panhandle Humane Society to be cremated and Paul wanted to keep his ashes, so D’Argo is now, permanently, on my computer desk.  We also ended up taking Puck, a seven month old, flame point Siamese kitten, home with us.

Puck got his name because, when a state trooper found him, he had a broken leg that looked like a hockey stick, thus the name Puck.  He had to have his left, rear leg cut off, but you’d never know it the way he runs around the house.  He’s absolutely gorgeous and loves to spend time with us.  Puck has also decided that I must share my pillow with him.

We also now have a second kitten.  He is jet black and we named him Harvey, after the neural clone in John Crichton’s head from Farscape.  We got Harvey from some of Paul’s students.  They saw how sad Paul was at losing D’Argo and went out and found Harvey.  They got him from some farmer, who was apparently mean to him in front of the students.  It’s been highly apparent that he’s been abused.  Harvey is very affectionate, but, as of right now, is very timid, shy, scared, and still a little freaked out.

He wouldn’t eat or drink at all for us at first and, for some strange reason, preferred to sit in the litter box and sleep.  Slowly though, he’s coming out of his shell.  Puck is hissing at him and Harvey is running away, but, with time, things should get better.

We also took the kittens to the vet this morning for checkups.  Puck is fine, but he has a bit of conjunctivitis in his eyes.  We got some drops for him.  Harvey is also fine, but we need to take him to be neutered next month.

I’ve taken a few pictures of both and I’ll get them online just as soon as I can.