I’m a proud new papa, again — this time to two large orange tabbies. Lest you worry I’m truly becoming a crazy cat person, let me assure you this is it for us. No more pets. Mostly because my girls says so, but either way, the house is now full.

How did these strapping furry lads come into our lives? Let me tell you. For those of you who’ve been reading this blog a while, you may recall that we lost our very beloved little Maine Coon in December. After losing her the house seemed so quiet and empty. That is when I first floated the idea of getting two new cats eventually. That way we’d never be a one pet household again. My girl was too devastated to entertain the idea of a new critter, so for several months it was just us and Oliver.

Meanwhile, neighbors a block away moved out and left their two big orange tabbies on the street to fend for themselves. The abandoned cats were friendly and always greeted us when we saw them outside. One particularly chilly damp night I saw one of the orange tabbies outside. He was freezing cold and seemed delighted to have me rubbing the top of his furry head. He followed me home and I let him camp out in our bathroom. We decided to keep him and we’ve named him Bigby. Of course we couldn’t separate Bigby and his brother, so we spent the next few weeks checking the block for him. Last night he finally showed himself. He’s a little shyer than his brother, but couldn’t resist the lure of a some delicious cat treats, and was eventually coaxed back to the house with us. He’s now adjusting to his new surroundings.

Bigby has become acquainted with Oliver, and while I can’t say they’re BFFs yet, they seem to be getting used to each other. Once Oliver adjusts to not being an only kitty I think he’ll grow to enjoy the company. So here are the two new boys, the guy on the right needs a name. Any suggestions?