Anyway, off to the shelter we went and then back to the BX we went to buy supplies for these temporary guests. Yes, I said guestS. When we arrived at the shelter the worker asked if we wanted a cat or a kitten. Colin immediately shouted "kitten" and my hopes of a fat lazy cat went right out the window. Then the lady asked how many kittens we wanted because with kittens you take the whole litter. Oh boy. I asked if we could go see the choices and she took us back to the cat house. I let Colin loose and told him to pick a cage with no more than three cats in it. He was drawn right away to two all black cats that were very playful with him from behind their bars. Their names were Pax and Payne, four month old brothers, and they were in my car and on their way to our house before I really even knew what happened.
We brought them home and they were so sweet and excited to be out of their cramped quarters and have some freedom to run around. They took full advantage of their vacation and played until the wee hours of the morning. They weren't very shy at all and were so thrilled to have some human contact and love. They did great around the kids all weekend and Caleb was beside himself with excitement any time he was allowed in the room with them. They warmed right up to us but were not so sure how they felt about Cooper for the first few days. They would venture out freely when he was locked away somewhere, but moved about with caution any time he was not contained. We noticed they were sneezing and had some discharge from their nose, it looked like the start of some upper respiratory funk. Poor babies.
The storm came and went with little damage or excitement. On Monday Shelby went to work to assess his facility and, unbeknownst to me, on the way home he stopped at GAIN (Guam Animals In Need) to inquire about keeping the cats. He came home and I was ready to load up the kitties, feel
The next day we went to the vet, who confirmed upper respiratory funk and prescribed some antibiotics, a loving home for the next ten days, followed by a neuter when medication regimen was complete. We passed the news along to GAIN who was more than happy to grant us temporary custody per the vet's recommendation. We spent the next 10 days dropping pills down the cats' throats twice a day and they couldn't have been happier to be in a home. On the night before their scheduled neuter we had to take them back to the shelter just before closing time. There they would be given a microchip and then transported to their neuter appointment first thing the following morning and I would pick them up in the afternoon when they were ready to go home. They did great and were back on their feet in no time. With a day of their surgery they were up to their usual kitten shenanigans and acting as if nothing had happened at all. They are super sweet and the kids absolutely adore them. Cooper adores them too, however the feeling of adoration is not entirely mutual. Payne (the smaller one with the one white whisker) doesn't mind Coop and will love on him and instigate play. Pax on the other hand, he isn't quite ready to stoop to the level of playing with dogs. They all get along though, and it's as peaceful as a house with two little boys and three pets can possibly be.
