More accurately, we have one cat and two kittens. These are the ones that I liked when I was at the SSPCA last week; following the debacle that was the Cats Protection visit (and I STILL haven't heard back from them as to whether we have been deemed appropriate to have cats), I went to the SSPCA the next day and reserved the black cat and the two kittens, all of whom were awaiting the final vet visit before they could be rehomed. And, on 7 September, they came to live with us.
Maia is a 2-year-old black cat (best guess by the SSPCA, although she might actually be younger than that). I don't know what made me think that she was petite; compared with Tess, she is huge! She is 9.5 pounds (or 4.3 kg) of sleek, muscular gorgeousness and is almost frantically affectionate. She quickly has become a lap cat and has staked out her territory on the sofa. She has begun to play with the cat toys and seems to enjoy a very lively game of 'chase the mouse.' The only difficulty is that she's on steroid tablets to help control the itching from a stress-related skin condition, which make her absolutely ravenous. We can't move without her leaping from the sofa and racing to the kitchen, where she meows piteously in the hopes that we will feed her yet again. Mostly, we manage to hold firm.
The 8-week old kittens are Willow (grey with a tidy white bib) and Pandora (grey & white tiger stripes; yes, she is a tabby!). Willow is much smaller than her sister and was close to death when she was found; she's healthy enough now, though, and more than keeps up with Pandora in their rampaging romps in the second bedroom. That's where they're living for the moment, as they're too little to be given the run of the house and too little to be given unsupervised access to Maia. We're doing a very slow introduction. A few days ago, Maia did some major hissing at their little paws poking out from under the bedroom door. Today, after a day or two of exchanging bedding so that they could get used to each other's scents, Maia calmly looked at them in their carrier (from a distance; even treats couldn't convince her to go closer). I'm sure it won't be too long before they are snuggling up with her just as they snuggle up with us.
As I write this, Maia is softly snoring on the sofa next to me. Willow and Pandora have just gone quiet, after 15 minutes of bouncing off the walls in the bedroom. It's lovely having cats in the house again. It definitely was the right decision, but it's funny how it's taken three of them to fill the gap left by one very small puss with a very big personality. She's still very missed, and always will be.
Running Update: Just in case anyone is wondering, I am still running. It's going well, too. I did a long run on Sunday of 9 miles, running all the way (except for brief moments of walking when cars came zooming around corners and I had to leap to the verge to avoid being smooshed). The niggle in my left leg, which I self-diagnosed as originating in one of the peroneal tendons, has been addressed by a vigorous sports massage and the use of that miraculous KT tape. No pain at all over the past week. Everything feels good, but I worry that I'm going to jinx it by writing too much about it, so that's all I'll say for now.