Nutley & Ray
For now – they still fit in the bathroom sink… You will laugh and shake your head. We adopted twins – cats. Seven, count ‘em. Three sets of twins and Elle. Ok, now you can laugh. When you have five, seven is not a strange leap. This was an identical situation. We entered the pet store to buy food. And this pair grabbed me and held fast. They had different names. Ray was named because the cousin who will feed when we are gone is named Ray. We call him Mike (the cousin) so that’s ok. No confusion there. But we figured Mike would be less put out by feeding seven while we were away. Nibbles actively bit at you when you held him. He was soon called Nutley ‘cause he’s crazy nuts. It fits. They have been about as well received among the older cats as could be expected. Ray brought a cold home from the pet store. Each and every cat has suffered serially since then. They are all on the mend. Still, it’s no fun to take the full brunt of a sneeze while you are holding a cat. Yup, runny drippy noses. Hey, they don’t use Kleenex.