So, Callie Jean and I were considering adopting an orphan kitteh… then it became 2 kittehs… and then I got over to the lady who had rescued the kittehs and there were, of course, THREE kittehs. So I couldn’t leave one out, so now we have adopted a big ol’ Brangelina passel of orphans. So, I’m waiting on a call from whoever’s in charge of appointing Ambassadors or whatever the hell The Jolie is… Callie Jean can’t be one, ’cause I’ve decided she’s the Brad in this relationship (mostly because she has so far been NO HELP, unless you consider occasional hissing to be “help,”), which means she only gets to carry around the diaper bag and look morose.
Anyhoo, they’re all grey and white just like Queen CJ, so hopefully that will make her realize that they’re cats pretty soon — right now, I think she thinks they’re large, mobile mice. It doesn’t help that all three of them keep crawling into Mouseschwitz to sleep!
As for names, I’m thinking of naming the one we think is the boy “Marceau” because his facial markings make him look like a mime. One of the girls will probably be “Mina” (from Dracula) because she bites. The other girl was going to be “Jacques” after Jacques Cousteau because she was the first one to get out of the box and go exploring, but now I think she’s a girl, so I’m still thinking. I need an explorer-type name with no smallpox connotations!