Well, we did it. Yesterday, we met these two lovely brothers at a no-kill shelter and decided to adopt them.
They have quite a back story. They were originally at this shelter as kittens, the last two of the same litter. The black one was the only medium hair of the black kittens, and there were several siamese in the mix. These two were adopted by a woman who was 41 and had a son who was 11. The woman's health was bad though, and she died at 45. I'm not quite sure of the details, but apparently the now 15 year old son was trying to care for them but couldn't, and then the neighbors were passing the buck between them. Eventually the cats were taken to the county animal shelter. They got an upper respiratory infection and were set to be euthanized (what they call "going to Room 189"), when a worker decided to scan them to see if they had microchips in them. Sure enough, the no-kill shelter had installed microchips when they were kittens, so the cats were whisked off back to the shelter at the 11th hour.
I'm not sure how long they've been there, but they decided that the two brothers must stay together - they've been through too much turmoil to be separated. We were looking for two cats, preferably littler mates so they would get along with each other, but not quite sure of the prospect of dealing with kittens. They were purrfect for us!
We decided to give them names of food. Here is Shoga, which means ginger root in Japanese:
And here is Futomaki which means fat roll (as in sushi). We call him Futo for short:
Futo has been very out and about our bedroom, where we have them secluded for now until they get used to us, while Shoga is happier being under the bed. We coax him out every now and then and he loves the attention, so I think it won't be long before he feels secure enough to be let loose in the house. We shall see what they think of my piano playing and singing!