Why is this scary? Well, first of all, because I am now solely responsible for two little furry lives other than my own. If I try to fill my day with a lot of outside-the-home stuff to do, that means I'm kept busy (and hopefully happy) but they're left alone here. (I still work 15-hour days on occasion, which is part of the reason I got two.) I can't just up and travel if I have a weekend free - I need to make sure that they'll have food, water and a clean litter-box. It's not one of those actions people think of as huge and life-changing, but the truth is that as I intend to keep them, that decision will affect, to some degree, where I live; where, when and for how long I travel; what I do with my spare time; how I decorate my home and a zillion other things I'm sure to find out.
Another reason this took some guts: it cost money. Not a small amount. I have a nice chunk saved up from working so much over the summer and I'm not completely strapped right now, although income has lessened considerably for the school year, but I always get really nervous when it comes to spending largish amounts of money, by which I mean anything over about $75 at one time (unless it's on food, because I take what I eat very seriously and I know how to use things to their fullest potential). So it takes a couple of deep breaths before I can drop cash on things like decent shoes, for example - I flopped and limped around in not one but TWO different pairs (for work and daily wear) of completely worn-out, pieces-falling-off shoes for months before I bit the bullet and bought new ones. I'm nervous about a lot of money issues when I really don't need to be - I know how to make and follow a budget, I have multiple sources of income and I have enough meat and fat stockpiled right now to not buy any more food for at LEAST a month, probably more. If I spent $10 on a few heads of cabbage and made sauerkraut, I could even eat meals resembling normal people food. But I digress.
Basically, I wanted feline company for a long time, and I kept talking myself out of it even though I knew it would make me happy. There are other things I want too but have been too afraid to reach for. Enough of that. Less anxiety and more kittens for everyone! And a parting thought, from the lovely Things We Forget (well worth a look-see if you're bored on the internet):
Also, KITTEN PAWS!
PS: The story behind the kittens' names is this: we called my grandfather "Papageno," after a character from Mozart's opera "The Magic Flute." Tamino and Pamina are the male and female lead in that opera. I think he would approve.