Let me explain. Our first cat was named Audrey (after Audrey Hepburn). She was kind of a foster cat from Lori Knowles. I think she’d had a troubled past (Audrey, not Lori) and she was prone to falling off things—-ironing boards, stairs….and don’t even ask about our fourth floor balcony in Chicago. She was supposed to be mine but she adored Ernie so then we got Johnny (after Johnny Thunders). He was supposed to be a male short haired black cat but he ended up a long haired black girl cat—I named him Johnny anyway. Johnny mostly loved Ernie too although he was very sweet (something Audrey was not). Then we moved back here and one unusually warm February afternoon Harlan (after Harlan Howard) jumped over the fence into our back yard, trotted over and jumped into my lap. So we had three cats. That was a long time ago and we are down to one very old, diabetic cat—Harlan. Ernie has been declaring loud and wide that after Harlan—NO MORE PETS.
The other day he took Harlan in for a check up as I think we need to increase his insulin injections. $280 worth of tests later he and Ernie were back home. Ernie mentioned “you should see these two cats they have up for adoption at the vets”…… I don’t care what he says—I left it up to him. I did mention how happy Owen would be of course…..
They are mother and son—reportedly Katrina victims. The baby is only about 8 weeks old. We’re thinking of naming him Dee Dee. The mother is a calico and named Hattie. She has already chased poor old Harlan up the stairs….
Ernie said when he was at the vet they two of them just sat there looking out of their cage and people would come in and laugh and talk about them. He didn’t like people joking about them like that. He thought they needed a home. I love my husband.
Oh…and they’re manx…so no tails. Owen is BESIDE himself with excitement and even Leo is excited….