Meet Saba & Toro!

Team Zoll has grown this week. I wish I could say it were in human additions, but furbabies are great too!

We adopted these little lovely boys on Sunday and boy howdy are they a handful. We adopted them from Northeast Animal Rescue, very close to our house. We’ve been going to the shelter the last few weekends now, telling ourselves we’d wait until our living room was repaired before we adopted cats so they wouldn’t chew on exposed wiring and such. And then Saturday, that all went to hell and we decided that we really wanted cats now, so we swung back and laid our eyes on Henry and Hobo (their shelter names) and just couldn’t go home without them.

We had to wait until Sunday as we got there a few minutes before they closed on Saturday. I couldn’t sleep Saturday night because I was so excited! It was like the night before school. They are 6 months old and were found at 4 weeks in a backyard in Mattapan. They ended up being in foster care for a long time because, like many outdoor strays, they had worms, earmites, and fleas, and developed kitty colds. They’d only been in the shelter maybe 2 weeks, so they are definitely socialized.

We picked their names after a very lengthy discussion Saturday. We wanted to name them something in Japanese, and Larry and I were very amused at the idea of naming them after sushi. Saba means mackerel, a white fish, so that’s what we named Henry, the cat with the white belly. Toro means fatty tuna (also, it’s delicious) and is a dark red fish, so Hobo, the orange tabby, got that as his new name.

We have them in a safe room (the room that drives me nuts- the craft room/Larry’s temp office until the living room and office downstairs are fixed/hopefully nursery in the future) to get them acclimated. It’s also for us since we so spontaneously decided to adopt we have to cat-proof the rest of the house. Now, we have a very old house (1791) and the room doesn’t really have a lock, and the doors aren’t entirely square, so the door doesn’t really shut… and of course, they got out last night while I was in the ER (oh, did you like that little gem I threw in there? That’s another post) and Larry had to retrieve them. Toro was poking around the laundry area and we’re not sure where Saba got to… but once he shook the treat jar, he came running and Larry jerry-rigged them back into the safe room. Once we finish straigtening up and cat-proofing tonight, we’ll give them reign of the house (minus the living room) tomorrow night.

Saba and Toro are basically the equivalent of two-year olds: getting into everything, the attention span of gnats, climbing everywhere, pulling and chewing on everything and testing limits. They are quite the handful but very loving, sweet, and both of them have such motors it’s hard to believe such tiny creatures can purr that loud!

They’re awesome and we love them to death already.