Hey, all!
I’m the proud mama of Jethro and Wicket. They’re both orange tabbies and rescues from the local shelter.
Jethro is my mama’s boy. He’s about 7 years old, and we’ve had him for almost six years. He was at the local humane society, and gave me a paw and the “look” through the kennel. I was in college and missed having a cat (I’ve been around cats almost continuously since I was born). He was around a year and a half and had first been brought in as a stray. He was adopted out by another family and returned not long after. I didn’t figure out the possible reasons for his being returned until we’d had him for a few weeks. My poor guy occasionally bites without provocation. And it’s not a nip. This is full on teeth and claws. But because I’m not one to give up, we’ve been working on it for six years through college apartments, moves, and several roommates. There has definitely been improvement over the years, by I do worry about children in the future. He’s never seemed to like large gatherings or particularly loud people. But I love him, and as I said, he’s a mama’s boy. He feels safest curled up on my chest and purring.
And that brings me to Wicket. He’s my little 15 month old. We got him at 9 weeks. He was found under a porch at just a few days old and one littermate remaining (the mother apparently ate the rest and had his brother in her mouth). A Good Samaritan rescued the two kittens, and a friend of mine happened to work at the Humane Society and took them in to foster. The brother didn’t make it past the first week. My little fighter took to hand raising and is now over 11 pounds of fluff and energy. And of course where Jethro is a mama’s boy, Wicket prefers my husband. We brought him home thinking that another cat would help break Jethro of his biting (it has for the most part!) and keep him company while we work during the day, and I go to school at night. We did a slow introduction over the course of a few weeks while Wicket grew. It’s been a little over a year, and they really have adapted to having each other! They play fight, groom each other, and snuggle.
I’m the proud mama of Jethro and Wicket. They’re both orange tabbies and rescues from the local shelter.
Jethro is my mama’s boy. He’s about 7 years old, and we’ve had him for almost six years. He was at the local humane society, and gave me a paw and the “look” through the kennel. I was in college and missed having a cat (I’ve been around cats almost continuously since I was born). He was around a year and a half and had first been brought in as a stray. He was adopted out by another family and returned not long after. I didn’t figure out the possible reasons for his being returned until we’d had him for a few weeks. My poor guy occasionally bites without provocation. And it’s not a nip. This is full on teeth and claws. But because I’m not one to give up, we’ve been working on it for six years through college apartments, moves, and several roommates. There has definitely been improvement over the years, by I do worry about children in the future. He’s never seemed to like large gatherings or particularly loud people. But I love him, and as I said, he’s a mama’s boy. He feels safest curled up on my chest and purring.
And that brings me to Wicket. He’s my little 15 month old. We got him at 9 weeks. He was found under a porch at just a few days old and one littermate remaining (the mother apparently ate the rest and had his brother in her mouth). A Good Samaritan rescued the two kittens, and a friend of mine happened to work at the Humane Society and took them in to foster. The brother didn’t make it past the first week. My little fighter took to hand raising and is now over 11 pounds of fluff and energy. And of course where Jethro is a mama’s boy, Wicket prefers my husband. We brought him home thinking that another cat would help break Jethro of his biting (it has for the most part!) and keep him company while we work during the day, and I go to school at night. We did a slow introduction over the course of a few weeks while Wicket grew. It’s been a little over a year, and they really have adapted to having each other! They play fight, groom each other, and snuggle.
Jethro and Wicket sound like the purr-fect kitties for you and your husband. 
