I went over to my sister-in-law's house today, to help her with her
computer.

Gayle had a cat escape and not return about a year or two ago, and had
her remaining cat pass away a month or so ago. Smoky and Dusty were
very shy cats, who detested strangers, and often fought for dominance.
Dusty was much happier, after Smoky ran away...

Anyway, Gayle adopted two little brothers, about five months old, who
like each other, investigate strangers me and Senyah), and basically
like to play.

They are both black-furred, chipped, neutered, and NOT declawed, by
contract with the people who fostered the boys.

Oh yes, their names are Rolan (the friendlier one) and Tabor (the
slightly reticent one). Tabor hissed at me a little, when she smelled
the strong scent of Little Feet on me (big grin), but got used to me
eventually. Senyah and her walker were immediate hits with the two
boys.

Little Feet has been sniffing me since I got home, and slashing his
tail around in annoyance.

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark