I sent a gushing series of updates to Beau's foster mom and the rescue's adoption coordinator last week, letting them both know how well he's settled in and how happy we all are together. He really is doing SO GREAT.
The escape antics have more or less stopped; if he does slip out he comes back almost immediately when called, thanks to the clicker training and (I think) his understanding that we really are His People. His instinct is to run towards us now, not away. (The fact that our pockets are almost always full of treats probably helps too.) He's sweet and loving and obedient and just all around awesome and it feels like he's been part of our family since forever.
(He's still full of surprises, though. Like the fact that he is part tree-climbing squirrel-cat.)
But I think he misses having playmates, of the furry, four-legged variety. Especially during the day, when it's just the two of us. No matter how many work breaks I take to chase and wrestle and play with him, I can tell he'd still prefer even more.
Being the only dog, I maintain, is a good thing for him, so the Cat Conversation started up again. The kids haven't stopped begging for one and it was clear that I was the only one holding the process up. So I begrudgingly got back on Petfinder and started looking for a damn cat.
And just as I predicted, I could not find one. Our criteria list was admittedly strict: No kittens, but not too old, must be good with kids, good with an energetic and VERY playful dog, litterbox/scratching-post trained, affectionate, lap-cat-type temperament, must like to be held, must not be a stand-offish asshole who won't give me good cuddles, etc.
I'd find a cat that looked and sounded like a great fit, right up until some final, disqualifying sentence. Good with kids...who are teenagers. Good with dogs...who won't try to play with her. A young adult cat...who is actually more like nine years old.
I did find one cat who seemed pretty perfect, until I realized the geographic search had hiccuped and I was looking at a cat hours and hours away, up in Pennsylvania. I briefly debated enlisting my in-laws in a cross-state adoption before shaking my head and closing the browser window. We're in no rush. We can be patient. I'm still not even 100% on board with this cat business anyway, so maybe this is a sign.
I don't remember why I decided to search again a few days later -- probably just boredom -- but I saw a little cat face who reminded me of Max when he was young, so I clicked. He was a silver tabby, but there was something about the shape of his head and ears that screamed Siamese to me -- all angular and pointy and comically out-of-proportion to the rest of his body.
I didn't even notice the tiny all-black girl cat curled up next to him.
But by that point it was already too late. I'd found our cat. Both of them.
We met them yesterday, on Mother's Day. One-year-old siblings, found abandoned on a boat at three months old, in foster care ever since. Super-duper bonded together, so finding a home has been a challenge. They love dogs. They love children. They love laps laps laps and being held and snuggled with. Perfectly suited for a big, high-energy household with lots of opportunity for play. Exactly the kind of cat we've been hoping for. Just...times two.
Jason honestly wasn't so sure about the times two part, but then the little boy cat let him pick him up and gave him a snuggle and the little girl did that crazy sneak attack cat move on one of her toys and cracked us both up so hard. I whipped out the checkbook and wrote out the double adoption fee like, yep, DONE.
We bring them home next week, as they both have a couple routine medical things going on this week that the rescue group is going to handle. (As impatient as I am to get them home, I'm well aware of the insane amount of vet bills we have in our future, so I'm not gonna complain about someone else picking up the tab for now.) So we have some time to get ready for them and stock up on supplies and ALSO, MOST IMPORTANTLY, figure out new names.
They have perfectly nice names already, but since they are cats they were solidly, completely ignoring those names yesterday. So I think we can choose something else -- something a little more us and them -- without inflicting too much confusion and psychological damage.
So yeah. These two are happening. In T-minus seven days or so. It's okay. I don't know what we're thinking either, except I think things are about to get even more fun around here. And I'm ready for more fun.