Two tabby kitties on a bed. Huge ears, huge eyes, hugely loved.

We haven’t had a cat since Zack died at the ripe old age of 17 in 2008. For the first year or so we just weren’t ready. Andn then ur lives became unpredicatable enough to not want to introduce kittens into the mix. But about two weeks ago, Kelley andn I just looed at each other and said: It’s time. It took a bit to assemble kitten paraphenalia–toys, litter trays, kitty condo, food–and then to find just the right beasties to share our lives for the next twenty years.

Meet our new kitty overlords: brothers Charlie and George. They’re about 12 weeks old, sole survivors of a litter of six from Yakima. We met them at Seattle Area Feline Rescue, and within two hours they were in our house. Which, in the natural course of things, is of course now their house. They have kindly retained us as staff.

George, though bigger (he looks about 10 days older than his brother), is much more skittish. Charlie is fearless (not necessarily a winning evolutionary trait; he’s already crisped his eyebrow whiskers on the gas stove) and very happy to demand attention. Their coats are pretty different. George is more traditionally striped but Charlie is stippled. The first few days the only sound they made were odd little chirrups (George), with the occasional squeaking creak (Charlie). But in the last three days both have begun to essay the tiniest little mews. Both purr like buzzsaws.

Here’s a photo taken on their first morning. That’s the bathroom sink they colonised as a nest for the first few days. The picture’s fuzzy because every time I tried to get close they hid behind their kitty carrier, so this is an extreme iPhone zoom.

Two tabby kittens (11 weeks old) on a teal thermal blanket lining a bathroom sink.

George on the left, Charlie on the right.

By the next day they were venturing into the family room–as long as they kept the bathroom and their comfort blanket in line of sight. Here’s Charlie finding the sofa for the first time (bathroom floor visible behind  him).

Little tabby kitten sitting on an ivory sofa

Charlie likes the sofa

And this is George trying to decide whether or not to risk it.

Little tabby kitten sitting on the carpet by a white sofa, looking worriedpet

George worries about the sofa

A day or so later, they discover the bed:

Two tabby kitties on a bed. Huge ears, huge eyes, hugely loved.

George (back) Charlie (front)

And at this point this most definitely rule the sofa.

Here are a couple of them looking particularly themselves, Charlie self-possessed:

A small tabby kitten with white chin and white whiskers sits on a wooden trunk, his back to the camera but turning to face the viewer

Charlie loves this trunk. It is the source of all toys.

And George a bit uncertain.

Little tabby kitten sitting on the floor looking a bit forlorn

George just still isn’t sure. Of anything.

More to follow. Meanwhile I’ll be running around catching falling vases, rescuing stuck adventurers, and referring free-for-alls between rambunctious kitty-kind and impertinent feathers, while posting the occasional snapshot on Twitter and Instagram.