My friend Michelle (owner of For the Love of Jobe – Pet Services) and I were eager to get to the Gifford cat shelter. I was adding two fur babies to my life. I had met them a week ago and felt in love. When we arrived at the shelter, the young man who processed my adoption last week said cheerfully, “You are here to pick up Davos and Jorah! Great.” Michelle and I looked at each. Definitely changing their names. Our eye contact made an unspoken agreement. From today on, they were going to be my Bilbo and Frodo!
The ride home was quick. Bilbo protested all the way. “Where are we going?” “What’s going on?” ‘Let me out!” Frodo watched tentatively. Eventually, he also joined his brother and softly protested. “Almost there,” I said. “Almost!”
When we got home, Bilbo jumped out of the cat carrier first. He started walking in the living room liked he was drunk. He could not decide if he should look right or left. So he walked zig and zag in my living room. Frodo also did not take too long to come out of the carrier. Unlike Bilbo though, he went straight to the back of the apartment. I did not know which one I should follow. Yes, Mindy, you just adopted two, not one, cats! I was outnumbered!
Bilbo is the ultimate explorer. He is friendly and social. He thinks he is a puppy and rolls around on his tummy. If he is not by my side, he is running laps around the apartment. So far, he has been a great eater and pooper. He likes to play rough with his brother.
Frodo is smaller and sweet. He is often cuddled up somewhere. He likes the window, high places like top of the kitchen cabinets, and the sink. He often misses his wet food dinner because Bilbo gets to both dishes first. He often needs his own space like in a box, but loves being held by mommy and our visitors.
I had not been able to sleep through the last three nights since they came home. “Bildo” wrestled in bed. One night, Bilbo brought his favorite toy and started playing in bed in the middle of the night. I had to take it and put it in the fridge.
Putting food out was also a small challenge. “Bildo” seemed to be starving. As soon as I took out the food bag or can from the closet, they would be all over me. Hopefully, they will eventually understand that they will always have something to eat everyday from now on.
Because Frodo likes the window, I had to move my plants. There were also half bitten leaves around. I am not sure if the plants are going to survive with Bildo. Oh well. RIP plants!
This morning, I woke up to a roll of paper towels scratched all over my kitchen counter. RIP paper towels. I guess I won’t be keeping that out anymore.
My living room is a mess! A few toys scattered around. A couple of plants are on the floor not getting any sunlight. Sand from the litter box spilled out. My leather sofa has a few scratch marks from Bilbo playing with his toy on the sofa. Amazon shipping box is one corner while the open carrier is in another corner. Frodo might like one of those spaces, I thought. I need to get more towels for Frodo. I need to get mug covers. I put away my Yankee candles. I leave dry food out all the time. The living room no longer says minimalist.
I know there is no escaping the mess. I am glad I had Tuxedo and Tabby to not be a rookie mommy. Mess aside. The purring has been amazing. I am thankful that they let me into their lives and vise versa. There are so much life and energy at home with Bildo running up and down the hallway. I am glad they can play all day while they are safe and cared for.
Welcome home, boys!