
 
           
          
          I am 
          Marie-Hélène and I came with my mother to the SPCA of Western Quebec 
          less than two months ago, on the third of January, to adopt two little 
          cats. 
           
           
           
          
          
           
          
          Arthur, formerly 
          named Bubbles or Bou, is the dainty cat of the house, who cleans 
          himself (and his newfound buddy) every hour of the day.  He is 
          quite
          obsessed with food of all kinds and looks up to us appealingly with 
          his beautiful amber eyes.  
          
          
          (A glint of wisdom in Prince Arthur's eyes, as he meditates on the 
          rocking chair.)
           
           
          
          
           
          
          The small spot 
          of white on his nose gives him a distinctive look, and we recently 
          found out another of his distinctive traits:  he wants us to pet 
          him as he eats!  Prince Arthur, we call him on occasions. 
          
          
          (Enveloped 
          in the sun's embrace, his gaze is filled with wonder at the sight of 
          the camera.)
           
           
          
          
          
          The other, the 
          baby of the family, Drago (Griffon), is more savage than his brother 
          and takes very seriously his playtime.  If he's not watching 
          intently outside, spying on squirrels and birds, he is sun basking on 
          the bed.  Now, that is a cat who knows how to rest, unlike 
          fretful little Arthur!  We had to shave Drago's fur that was full 
          of knots, but thankfully he doesn't seem to mind it.  The first 
          nights, he came to sleep under the covers with us; now though, he is 
          faring much better.  
          
          (The 
          ultimate predator, Arthur has a taste for snakes!)
          
          
          
          They are both 
          aching to go outside, but we want to wait until spring, and until they 
          get microchips.  They've already met through the window a few of 
          the neighbours' cats, and I know they will enjoy the outdoors as much 
          as our last cat did, sixteen year-old Figaro.  
          
          (They 
          play-fight, battle for the best chair and venture into each other's 
          food plate, but at the end of day, what these little cats prefer is to 
          cuddle next their buddy's warm and familiar presence.)
          
          We have a great 
          nickname for these two cats:  les coeurs d'ébènes (the Ebony 
          Hearts).  On their behalf, thank you SPCA of Western Quebec! 
          Thank you!
          
           
           
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