Foster Friday: Meet Daisy and Ruby

Meet Daisy and Ruby, they are my foster babies.  Daisy and Ruby are sisters, and they are about 10-11 months old.  They journeyed into my home in April, from the Hagerstown, MD area.  That's about a two hour drive; a big journey for two little cats.

Daisy is the orange cat with the white markings on her face.  She is smaller and shorter than her sister.  She is also a huuuuge talker.  She loves to talk, and even complain.  Yes, I said complain.  She is more independent than her sister and she is an agent of chaos.  She might be tiny, but she sure likes to cause trouble. 

For example, Cybelle, my white girl...is a princess and not the biggest fan of any foster.  Truth be told...she herself, was a foster cat - but I suppose that is all in the past!  I often find little Daisy instigating and cornering Cybelle.  It's quite pathetic because Cybelle is nearly twice Daisy's size.  I find myself breaking up Daisy's acts of chaos at least once a week.  As I break them up, Daisy howls like she is the victim and she is being hurt.  As you can see, Daisy is also quite the trickster!

Ruby on the other hand, is slightly bigger than her sister and an angel.  She looooves food, but we are working on keeping her figure!  She is obsessed with teaser cat toys, especially Da Bird.  As soon as she sees the toy, she starts chirping or chattering.

Ruby is also very protective of her sister. Any time Daisy is crying, Ruby comes running right away, just to check on her.  She also loves to sit with me as I watch TV, and adores being pet.  She has no problem, telling you that she needs to be pet ASAP.

 Their story...

The girls were originally named Sabrina and Brooke, but...I was not a fan of the names. So, I told them, "Sorry, girls, but your names have to go!"

 

I had recently watched The Great Gatsby  again so, the name Daisy stood out to me.  Keeping with the flapper, 20's theme, I chose Ruby for the bigger girl. 

 

The day they arrived at the cattery, I could tell that Daisy's eye was bothering her.  It was red, squinty and it just did not look good. Her eye was painful to even look at.  I felt pretty bad for her. 

 

 

Poor little Daisy's eyes during her first week at my home.

  

We took both girls to the vet and after a few days, Daisy's eyes were already looking and I imagine, feeling much better. 

 

 

Now, Daisy's eyes are clear and open.  She no longer squints or shows any signs that they are troubling her.

 

I have become quite fond of these girls, and I am trying hard not to adopt them.  I hope that by blogging about them, I can show case how cute and playful they are even though they are not your average kitten size anymore.