These aren't the cats we're looking for

Fostering cats can be fun, because it often involves the joy of having kittens without having to actually commit to having them for a dozen-plus years. Sometimes we get much older cats, too, and they can be very sweet. And of course, we're kind of auditioning them to join the pride.

That's how Remy came into the house. Well, there was technically another Remy who was destructive or otherwise not suitable (also all-black). The second Remy seemed better, even though he tried to be a badass toward the ragdolls. It was cute until it wasn't. When he got older, he also got bigger, and he was frequently a dick to Finn. He's still a dick to Poe, but Poe fights back. I wouldn't go as far as to say that Remy was a mistake, but he's never really been a good fit. He'd be better off as an only-cat.

So these two girls spent two weeks with us, then were back in the shelter (they have a spot in a Petsmart), then a week back with us. They've had all of their vaccinations and were fixed, so we let them roam free around the house. They were a joy to have around, and they're very much lap cats. They like being around humans. They're also "talkative" and have interesting personalities.

But there's a reason that we don't give them names, so we don't get attached. These tiny ladies hiss and posture their little faces toward Remy. I know, karma, right? While it's funny now, when they get bigger, I worry about genuine conflict. It's a red flag, and it's a serious bummer. We also would really like to see a cat or two that really warms up to Poe, who sometimes seems a little lost without his bro. Poe seemed recreationally interested in them, and they were recreationally interested in him, but it was not a love fest.

Today we sent them back to the store for the weekly adoption event. I hope they find a good home, because they're very sweet. I'll miss them.