The pound and the furry

     Ok, it wasn't exactly a pound, it was the Monadnock Humane Society animal shelter. But it was furry, and I'll be damned if I wan't going to somehow make this title work. Anyway, this all points to one thing--actually, two things: cats on the hillside.
We finally got settled enough to go find a couple of cats to make our home even homier. After a few hours of looking, we chose two 1 year old boys, named Finbar and Frodo. How cool is that? We didn't even have to rename them! (truthfully, Finbar was known only as Finn, but we decided to make him a bit more formal and celtic-warrior sounding).
They are hilarious, get along very well,  and pretty much beat the stuffing out of each other every waking hour when they are not perched on laps. They are exactly what we were looking for.

The only bummer is that now we cannot name our first child Frodo, it would be way too confusing. Well, there's always Gandalf...