The Duke Boyz...

We found Bo and Luke at our neighbor's house.  My first encounter with them was through the cages of their newly neutered lives.  My neighbor had been working hard to trap, de-genderify and release all the feral cats on our street...not an easy feat; that rhymed.

I had not been really aware of the Trap Neuter Release (TNR) Program, but thought it was super nice and selfless of my neighbor to devote her time and effort of ridding our street of these annoying night-howlers, for the benefit of us all.  Good riddance!


Being the supportive neighbors we are, we said "Sure, we'll come try to hold these anti-social, but cute, helpless kittens".  And we did and we oohed and ahhed and had a good laugh when Luke escaped and hid under the couch, or was it the fridge, I don't know but it was cute.

Somewhere amidst the confusion of Luke going missing we agreed to adopt one of them; it was a VERY tough decision...Bo, being an Orange Tabby, was my first pick because I'm partial to Orange Tabbies.  Luke, however was so darn cute with his little face...

And...here we are about two months later.  Apparently they come as a set, at least that's what we told ourselves.  Topher my old-man Orange Tabby does great with them, Lucy on the other hand...she's used to being top feral queen in the house and has had a bigger adjustment.

They keep us up all night playing and ruining our new Craigslist Couch.  They metamorphosed from hissing at us from behind the toilet to purring, drooling (I won't say any names, Bo) and demanding constant attention.

But, they were free, they were neutered; my daughter holds Bo like a baby, which is the craziest thing I've ever seen because he LOVES it.  I'm happy to report back to the Trap Neuter Release people that their program works well...at least the Trap and Neuter part...