Two years ago today I brought Rhea and her half-brother Davout home for the first time. There was a little bit of adjustment for them. They had come up from San Diego, transferred to me in an apartment in LA, and then had another trip of nearly an hour to get home. Davout and Rhea had never met at the breeder’s house as they were quite different in age – a few months apart. So the first days were learning the new place, the other kitten, and then the two other cats in the house and the house itself.
It was good having some youngsters in the house again to distract us all from Calla’s passing on.
After a few weeks they had the run of the place, although for a while I put them back in their room at night. I forget when this stopped, exactly.
Even as a bitty fellow, Davout had a fluff issue.
Rhea was a little pushy, even when she was a little mite. Julie liked her fine, just a little farther off.
One of my favorite early pictures. Rhea wanted to nap downstairs, but was a little worried by the big kitties, so she made this speaker stand post be a little barrier for her.
They are a little too big to cozy up like this here anymore.
The place wouldn’t be home without them.