Say hello to Frannie and George. They were both adopted from the Oregon Humane Society two years apart. Frannie was found wit her mom and siblings in a tire yard as a kitten. When I went to see her in the play room she took one look at my hand and came running over to sit in my lap ready for a chin scratch. To this day if you call her name and show her your hand she’ll come running over for pets. She’ll even take her front paws and pull your hand back to her face if she doesn’t think you’re done. She’s the ultimate lap kitty and big sweetheart.
When her companion Herbert was taken by coyotes I waited a long time to get her a friend. I was still devastated by the loss but she was getting depressed, not eating staring up at her buddy’s favorite climbing place and never giving me any space. So I caved and found her a friend. George is the opposite of Frannie, when I saw him as a kitten he wasn’t overly affectionate but was fearless and thought people where simply for climbing and balancing on. I had to have him. While Fran wasn’t sure of this new addition (she hissed for the first time in her life), George was a persistent little guy and as you can see wormed his way into her life. He is the ultimate fast settler, no shifting, kneading, etc. and he gets off your lap just as abruptly. He only drinks from the bathroom sink and climbs EVERYTHING.
I’m so happy these little fluff balls are in my life to keep me warm I front of the tv (but not in bed as Fran will not stop looking an crying for my hand for pets), laughing, and loved. Yay rescue pets!