The Tale of Two Kitties
Look what Angie found under the Christmas tree. Five days before Christmas I visited the pound and rescued two kittens to give to Angie, Ella and Layla. My sister, Ashley made up some story about finding the kittens while doing chores outside so her kids wouldn't spill the beans to Angie before Christmas. After fostering them for days, I made my niece Carley cry Christmas morning when I came to pick them up. On the way home I wrapped them individually in laundry baskets. Before I could even get them home Peekaboo (Ella would later name her) was escaping from her basket. Lets just say that her energy meets that of the three-year-old that got her as a present. The other kitten, slept the whole ride home, she never made a sound. I decided to present one kitty at a time, the quiet one first, and it was perfect. Angie thought she got a laundry basket until she peeked inside to see Happy (which Ella would later name her) looking up at her.
These two cats couldn't have more different personalities. Peekaboo (pronounced peeky boo by Ella) runs sideways, sliding across the wood floor from one end of the house to the other. It didn't take her long to find the Christmas tree and the ornaments.
Happy on the other hand would prefer to cuddle and lay around the house. I have seen Peekaboo lay down as much as I have seen Happy play around, very little.
It couldn't have turned out any better. Happy matches Angie's energy level, they both like to lay around and cuddle. Peekaboo and Ella deserve each other, racing around the house antagonize each other.
