Harrison’s death hit me pretty hard, as you might imagine. He deserved a better shot than he got in life. When I started looking to adopt again, things repeatedly fell through and I became increasingly frustrated with the process. To feel better, I would sometimes look at kittens from the breeder where Rhea and Davout came from.
I started seeing some kittens get passed over and remain on the list. After a particularly annoying attempt with a local group, I just decided to adopt a couple of these kittens to shake things up.
The above kitten has a kitten name of Athos. He’s a shaded golden British Shorthair. Nope, he’s not orange, he’s “black”. A coloring variant pushes the black striping of a tabby right to the tip leaving a bit of black at the tip, and the rest is the orangish undercolor of a brown tabby cat.
Right now, his color looks a lot like a Sand Cat or a Fennec Fox. As he gets older his striping might fade away entirely.
This is Cinny. He’s a cinnamon non-standard Minuet cat like Rhea and Davout – a variant of the Black gene makes his fur a light cinnamon brown. He’s a bit older and quite a bit larger.
He’s got a little bit of the eye tearing that Rhea and Davout had when this size, and possibly a minor cold, so he’s not in the best of looks. He’s had some eye ointment plus a drop of stuf I had around. Plus he has a few odd cinnamon spots, and some cinnamon toes that make him look a bit like he’s mud spattered.
He’s still has an appetite. He purrs a lot too, When I lay down with him, he’s mostly exploring the room but did stop and sniff my hair, and even use a tooth or to to pull on my socks without biting a toe. Pretty clever fellow.
Athos is a little shyer, but does tend to find spots to peer at me.
And he’s not above a little playtime.
They were both very good in the drive up from San Diego, even in the rains that poured down and the thick traffic areas. They’ve been on the bold side of roaming out with an open door, which runs them into Rhea. Rhea has been predictable – hissing a little, wanting to creep closer to watch. The boys did not react to her, although Athos did puff up his tail once. I took Davout in and he hissed, and wanted to run out of the room.
Between the bold moods they seek out smaller cubbies and the closet to feel secure. The two of them did some roughhousing in the room, and the larger Cinny did let up Athos when he squeaked when pinned down. A bit later, Athos would charge back for another round, so their personal integration is going well too.
I have new names coming for the both of them, but that’s all for now.