One month ago today was Gotcha Day for my kittens. Three littermate kittens, two boys and one girl, found not too far from my house. A neighbor posted on our neighborhood email asking if they belonged to anyone. I had been wanting to adopt a couple of kittens, and what’s more, these were brown tabbies, my favorite. It was a sign. The shelter picked the kittens up after the my neighbor’s call. Then as soon as the they became available for adoption, about a week and a half later, I picked them up from the shelter. I adopted all three. My initial intention when wanting to adopt a cat was to get two, so they could be playmates. Since there were three, I couldn’t very well take two and leave the third. That would have been mean, so they all came home.
I have a tradition of naming my pets after Shakespeare characters. I continued that with these three, naming them after characters in “As You Like It”. The girl I named Rosalind. The troublemaker boy is Orlando, and the timid boy is Oliver. They have quickly taken over the house. Oliver is no longer so timid, but Orlando is still a troublemaker. Rosalind has no trouble keeping up with the boys. They tend to sleep piled on top of each other. They move as a pride or a comedy or a chaos, whichever the best term might be for a plural of kittens. They are about four months old now. They think everything is a toy.
