Max and Sam

Sometimes I call Max "Maxey," and then I have to call him "Maxi Pad."

Aren't they so cute? We got them on Wednesday. On the way home from the Humane Society, we had to stop to get some bloodwork done for Jason, so I stayed in the car with them and let them out to explore. They're so chill a lot of the time though, they wandered a bit and then just settled on the floor of the car by my feet.

Max is the adventurous, extra nosey one. He's tried about ten million times to get onto my nightstand because I don't want him on it, and today he came out of the bathroom half-soaked because he was exploring the bathtub, where I'd just washed out their litterbox. He's always wanting to escape the room we're keeping them in--that is, if we're trying to keep him in there. If the door is wide open for awhile, it's not as exciting to make a jail break, so he doesn't bother. But he's also very affectionate; he doesn't rub against us or lick us, but he likes being near us. From day one, he would climb right on top of one of us and go to sleep.

Sammy is the more timid one, though he's coming out of his shell. He's whiny, too. He's still more distant, a little less likely than Max to go to sleep on one of us, but he's warming up. On the first night, we made a box with a blanket in it for them, which they sniffed and ignored before jumping up on our bed and snuggling down with us. They've slept with us each night, on top of the covers and under. We're both scared we're going to wake up to kitten pancakes one morning.

By the way, the creeping phlox is suddenly flowering and looking almost healthy again. Don't ask me why, but I'm happy I didn't completely kill it.

Ooh! And the professional wedding pics are done!!!! We should be getting them soon, and she already sent us a few previews that look nice. I just wish I had put some more freaking lipstick on, I'll have to live with those pale lips for the rest of my life...