Pumpkin is the the little yellow boy kitty I chose from day one-before his eyes were open. He was all orange and looked just like a pumpkin. He has always been pumpkin. Patches is the second brother. When the rescuer was looking for homes I said that I would also take the last boy-just rehome everyone else that people chose and give me pumpkin and kitty X.
What's really interesting to me is that Patches is a perfectly wonderful kitten. He's very different from Pumpkin-shorter fur, louder voice, and a bigger ego. But different is not always a bad thing. He make me laugh and he doesn't cuddle often, but when he does, well you know you've been cuddled.
Thinking of the two really makes me think about how random life is. Two wonderful creatures, but one who was taken only really out of pity. But the irony is-BOTH ended up in the same place in life-and none of it was of their own doing.
Life really IS that random, isn't it?