We have had the kitties for seven weeks already. Both have their distinct quirks and personalities. Sam is a big stocky guy with very, very short grey fur. Steve refers to him as our tennis ball, as that’s what he feels like when we pat him. He is the worry wart of the two – making little sounds as he wanders around the house, as if to say “how you doin’?- is everything ok.?”  We don’t know his history, but he has made a great adjustment with us, and we love our Sammy! 

Indy is the instigator, and the little devil. When we got him he was so skinny there was a bony ridge along his back, and we dubbed him SKINDY.  Thankfully, those days are over, and he has filled out to a healthy weight. He has a soft silky butterscotch coat with watermelon markings. He has long gotten over his fear of, well, pretty much everything. We do know some of his history. He was rescued after someone witnessed him being thrown out of a moving vehicle in Keene. When I first saw him at the shelter, he was very timid and shy. I was still grieving the loss of Willow, and remember leaving in tears that day after seeing him. He was kept there for an extended time due to his circumstances. I kept an eye on the website, but he was never there. I wasn’t aware of his history at the time. Weeks later I paid another visit and inquired about the little butterscotch cat. I was told he would be going up for adoption the next day. The rest is history. It took him about 2 weeks to purr, and come out of his hiding spots to eat. He still has a heart murmur, but otherwise is active and healthy. There is a special place in Hell for those who tried to harm him. We have gotten into our routines over the weeks. My favorite time with Indy is when he jumps up on the couch, purring like an engine, puts both paws on my neck, and rubs his head across my cheek. I call it the Indy Hug, and it brings me to tears every time.