Spooky and Squee came into our home September 2009. Kindergoth had been wanting a cat.. specifically a "black cat" for some time. The day I happened to stumble across them, both Ecamer and Kindergoth were horridly sick. Body aches, stuffy noses, the blahs. I went to the pet store to get food for our snakes, Dhambala and Ghost, and as I was walking up to the cashier, I noticed 2 black kittens, in separate cages, attempting to play with one another. The sign said that each kitten was a whopping $70. (ouch) I stood there for a solid 15 minutes, watching them play, weighing the pros and cons of bringing them home with me. Pros includes the fact the both Kindergoth and I wanted cats, and have for a long time. Cons includes the price, and Ecamer's reaction. I was sure he would be ok if I brought home one of them... but two?
Finally I decided to make an offer to the store owner. (The pet store was locally owned and not a franchise so.) If he said "no" to my offer, then it was not meant to be. I offered him $100 for both of them. He paused a moment and then agreed, and the 4 month old (smelling of dog) kittens were placed into my arms, purring, content and happy to be held before being stuffed into a box for the ride home.
When I arrived home, Ecamer was laying on his stomach on the couch, passed out. Kindergoth was in her room. I called her out to meet the new members of the family. As I opened the box, Ecamer let out a moan when one kitten's head popped up. Then gave me a look when a second did the same and asked me how many were in there. (lol) Kindergoth squealed in delight and started the bonding process by playing with them immediately. The loved her as much as she loved them. Ecamer... well.. he wasnt pleased with the price, but when I told him the original price, he rolled his eyes. He admitted they were cute and told me "no more cats".
Several months have passed since that day, and Spooky and Squee have charmed their way into the hearts of the entire family. Next month they will be a year old. I am planning to have a party for them, for Kindergoth's benefit. We have had our shares of annoying moments such as them destroying my favorite couch and eating my clovers on the window sill, not to mention waking up to our spare snake tank broken yet again. This time, unrepairable:

But there have also been the adorable moments, when Spooky jumps in bed with me and night, gets on my stomach and kneads me. (Like I need any fluffing) Or when Squee, the moment one of us gets in the shower, feels fascinated to watch the humans in the water box and will sit there the entire time, and when we get out, he will stand right in the way with a baffled look on his face. The still play and tussle and its quite obvious that they should have never been separated. I feel I did the right thing for everyone when bringing them home. They love it here and we love them.

Besides.. how can one not love those furry little bastards?

