I’m back home in San Jose. I enjoyed my stay in San Miguel de Allende, and I think I could have been happy living there. But it was not home, and I realized it would never feel like home, no matter how long I lived there. So I’ve returned to the Bay Area, and plan to stay here indefinitely.
Once I made that decision, events started steamrolling along. The first order of business, of course, was to find true love. In other words, cats. (What, you thought a mere human would be involved?? Pfft.)
That wasn’t a conscious decision on my part. Well, sort of. I had planned to adopt two cats after I got back, but with two weeks left in Mexico and then a week and a half of travel before returning home for good, it was clearly too early to go looking for them. Nonetheless, I went cutescrolling through the Internet (SO much more fun than doomscrolling) looking at kittens, “just to figure out what I’m looking for”.
Ha. Next thing I knew, I’d fallen in love with two beautiful kittens: a ridiculously fluffy marbled tabby and an equally fuzzy black kitten, a bonded pair of sisters. I had wanted a black cat, in honor of The Fuzz and Fritz, and also because black cats are generally the last to be adopted. That seems ridiculous to me because I personally think they’re the most beautiful of all cats. (Plus, black cat hair looks good on everyone, right?) But, since people have no taste, black cats are less likely to find loving homes and thus also much more likely to be euthanized. So I thought I’d do a good deed as well.
I flew back to San Jose on December 20. I had only two days in San Jose before flying out to visit family for a week, and I had a TON to do and catch up on. So naturally I spent one day visiting the kittens. (Because, let’s face it, you gotta do the important things first.)
Like all beings on dating apps, they turned out to be considerably older than they were in their profile pictures. Instead of fluffy little three month olds, they were six months – more like young cats than adorable kittens.
Like I cared.
I filled out the eight-page application so the rescue could do background checks (they are, appropriately, very protective of their kittens), and was approved. There was one small problem, though. I was still living out of a suitcase, with everything in storage. So I asked if the foster mom could keep the kittens for two more weeks while I finished moving.
That set off twelve days of frantic unpacking. How does one fit two large looms and 500+ pounds of yarn (not to mention clothes etc.) into a 700 square foot apartment? With precise CAD drawings, fourteen trips to IKEA, and a zillion Amazon packages. Plus lots of 12-14 hour days assembling furniture and unpacking boxes.
But I skidded in just under the deadline, kittenproofing the last room day the kittens arrived.
And here they are!

Here is a video of a kitten on the attack:
And here they are, both in action:
Their foster names were Macie (tabby) and Pepper (black), but I will likely change that to more permanent names. I am leaning towards “Gorgeous” and “Beloved,” but both names could describe either kitten! So stay tuned over the next week or so as I get to know them better.
The looms are not yet arrived – the Megado will arrive at some unknown time in the next few days (exciting!) and Amazing Grace (the TC-2) still needs to be disassembled and moved. Once they’re here, this place will feel a lot fuller! But hopefully not too crowded.













