At some point last night, both cats (now mostly officially known as Finnie and ReyRey, shutup) emerged from underneath our bed and decided it was time for a takeover. OF PERSONALITY.
They played, they nuzzled, they cuddled, they had some cautious interactions with Beau, and settled down to sleep between Jason and I while we watched TV in bed. They let us give them each a dose of medicine and amazingly did not seem to hate and/or plot our demise afterwards. They then woke me up at 5 a.m. with a folie à deux-style catfit, racing around at top speed, meowing and tumbling and wrestling with each other (and my hair).
They're still really skittish around Beau, who to be fair, is being a total spaz and can't seem to resist the urge to charge right at them -- totally playful, well-meaning and with tail wagging -- but understandably the cats are still like AW HELLLL NAH. (Also he keeps stealing their food, which certainly isn't winning him any points in the Not Super Annoying category.)
The eye of ReyRey, which changes from bright green to yellow to orange, depending on the light.
Rey did work up the nerve to walk up and nuzzle Beau a bit last night while I held him (relatively) still, so I have no doubt they'll warm up to each other eventually. We're trying to simultaneously give Beau extra love and attention (SO JELUS) while balancing extra crate/outside time so the cats can feel safe to explore, and at this point I can only hope the human children are fending for themselves okay because who even knows. I have to feed the cats up on high surfaces so the dog doesn't eat their food so sorry kids Imma throw some spaghetti on the floor, because you have better defensive instincts.
(ALTHOUGH WHO CAN RESIST THAT FACE. HERE HAVE ALL THE SPAGHETTI)
Because the cats are playing hard to get, the boys are obsessed with them. So typical, guys. Ike spent his entire post-school day staring into the darkness under our bed, talking to the kitties he could not see, but already loves beyond measure. Each kid got some quiet one-on-one time with them yesterday afternoon to nuzzle and offer them toys and treats, and that seems to have gone over well. Especially since Finn was a particularly attentive audience to Noah, who just wanted to talk to the cats about Minecraft and demonstrate the game with Legos.
Beau's all, I've sat through this Minecraft stuff a million times. I'm out.
While Finn was like, cool, cool, can I knock some shit over?
No? Okay I'll just sit in your lap and melt your heart out instead.
Today they both are happily playing with Ike on TOP of the bed, although still not quite brave enough to face the rest of the house in daylight hours. They love the stairwell landing just outside of our room, ventured into the kitchen at the sound of the Magic Can Opener this morning, but then decided against sticking around once the Magic Coffee Grinder started up and skittered back upstairs like a real-life NOPE NOPE NOPE gif.
Meanwhile, when it's just me and both of them, it's hard not to cackle with crazy cat lady glee, as they both like to be held together and purr and enjoy simultaneously belly rubs and I'm like AH MAH GAH KITTEH OVERLOAD. The extra chaos is already totally worth it, although damn, we are going to need a metric truckload of lint and pet hair rollers.