Kerouac thinks she's the Queeeeeeeeeeeeeeen of France. She was 19 weeks old when we adopted her, and she had spent most of that time unwanted in a dirty, overcrowded pet-shop enclosure. She started purring the minute she was placed in my arms and has not yet stopped. She is the most affectionate and sweet-natured cat I have ever encountered; she is very much my kitteh.
Ginsberg thinks she's a puppy. She was 8 weeks old when we adopted her, and she had also spent most of that time unwanted in that same pet-shop enclosure, where she contracted a near-fatal tummy bug, which we discovered right before the near-fatal part. She's our miracle kitteh. While she's very much The Dude's kitteh, she follows me around like a shadow. She is skittish and wary, and only started purring after about 10 months with us.
Kerouac and Ginsberg are not siblings. They are madly in love, quite unlike their namesakes, but quite like their Humans.
Meet the Recurring Cast of Goofballs
Bobo The Circus Bear levitates magical boxes and rocks a fez.
The Sock-Monster frequently attacks or runs off with said accessories and the occasional unattended undergarment.
The Box Trolls assume hermit-crab-like ownership of the discarded byproducts of the humans' disposable incomes.
Pick-pocket Kerouac routinely tries to steal The Humans' wallets.
Scheming Ginsberg dreams of taking Manhattan and Berlin.
Fluffy lives out in the country with my sister and her family.
Señor Burro's ghost still lingers.
*I know what you're thinking. Why didn't we adopt from an animal shelter? We tried. They only had puppies. Do I look like a dog person to you? Also, if it makes you feel better, gentle reader, I make large monthly donations to several wildlife-related charities. I have also sponsored a couple of feral cats in NYC, who are now in good forever homes thanks to the ever-amazing Beth Hommel. Thankyouverymuch.
