Those few readers still left will remember my glowing descriptions of my newish twins, formerly known as Fric and Frac and now known as Cleo and Patch:
So, before I make my embarrassing admission, here is a photo of Cleo:
…and here is a photo of Patch:
(And please don’t ask why the rocking chair is stocked with books. That is just the Brouhaha way, really.)
So, what is the embarrassing admission? Well… we thought that Cleo and Patch were both girl cats. However, today when I took them to the vet for their first shots, I learned that Patch is, in fact, a boy.
To be fair to myself, I had questions about this issue a couple of weeks back when Patch waved (then hers/now his) backside in front of me and … ahem… well. I spoke with JJ and JJ said “Dinna be ridiculous, they are both gerrrrrles”. The high irony: when C & P first arrived and we thought they were both girls, JJ kept calling Patch “him”. I kept correcting him, and he learned to say “her”. Now he has to relearn the whole situation. Oh well.
Funnily enough, when I look back on my past blog posts, I did identify Cleo by gender, but not Patch. So, perhaps Patch is a boygirl. 🙂
Anyway, although the vet told me this mistake gets made all the time (and although I spoke with the person who gave us the kitties and she said she’d thought she’d given us two girls!), I still feel @@&!*@(#&*(!&@#*(@& stupid. I suspect, however, the kitties themselves don’t worry as long as they get fed and catered to.
The problem is more in my head, really. I have to shift from “guid girls” to “guid girl and boy” – and so does JJ. But really, why should it matter? The problem, really, is only in my brain. I imagine the kitties do not have the same gender hangups as we humans do… they just live out their situation. As should we all.
Anyway, here is my latest video of Patch being a wee bugger: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SFtKo8DCn0A
And here is another photo of the pair of them, just because they are so bloody cute:
I wish that everyone got along so well, really.
Happy August. 🙂