Yes, I love them now

My kittens have become cats. They're one year old this week. It's way past time that I posted an update.

Shoot us both, Spock

It's been quite awhile since I adopted a kitten. I've never adopted two at once, much less siblings that feed on each other's energy. There has always been an adult cat around to keep the new kitten in line, too. There is no adult cat here now. It's a bit overwhelming.

I've learned several things about half-grown kitten siblings since October:

Kara and Desmond Doux

Des is the one showing his belly

Apologies for the quietness when I clearly should be posting kitten pictures.

Kittens!

Desmond and Kara

It's a boy! And a girl!

Daniel and I went to the local animal rescue on Tuesday, not specifically intending to adopt a kitten, much less two. We looked at all of the adult cats and didn't feel a connection. But then we went into the kitten room, and there they were – an adorable, adoptable sister and brother. I couldn't just take one. Had to take them both. I mean, really. Look at them! Could you have left one of them behind?

Hate won

Hate won last night. Racism and misogyny and intolerance won.

It's a tough thing to accept. I had a terrible time getting to sleep last night (I gave up at 1 am) and awoke thinking, my god. We just elected a man who calls Mexican immigrants rapists and drug dealers, and boasts about grabbing women by the (yes, I'm going to say it) pussy.