Announcing the Tripkitlets!

Cats. We got 'em.

We were looking for a bonded pair, and found a bonded triple. (Threesome sounds, um, slash-y?) Semi-feral, about six months old, and basically identical grey mackerel tabbies: we can only tell them apart when they're next to each other. Collectively they're known as the Tripkitlets. (So yes, I resisted Catenae. You're welcome.)

We're not fond of the names the shelter gave them, and are thinking of re-naming them. I think it sows confusion at the vet's office when we do that, but we keep re-nicknaming our fur people and then referring to them by the new nicknames, so I imagine the vet's used to it. For now I'll refer to them individually as Catalyst, Catapult, and Catenary, for the one that instigates, the one that leaps away, and the one that curls up.

There are no pictures because the Tripkitlets know that cameras and phones will steal their souls. Also loud  noises, people who stand, people who move major muscle groups, and people who do anything other than chirp and hold out their hands. Semi-feral. We're working on it. The main upside to being an unemployed loser has been the chance to help socialize these guys. I'm sure I would have been much lonelier without them.