Fluffernutter was chosen specifically for Benjamin, and I suspect mostly because they are very similar in personality. Fluff never met a carpet fuzz she didn't want to play with and she just can't resist needling Phoebe whenever she has the chance. The first evening, Fluff climbed to the top of the recliner, vaulted from there to the high chair which was about 2 ft. away, and then proudly climbed over to the counter. A few showers from the spray bottle have changed her desire to be up on the counter. Fluff also likes to climb into the dishwasher and taste the left-overs from all of our meals. Glad to see someone appreciates my cooking around here!
Phoebe was designated for Allison, and they too are a perfect match, if Phoebe can survive the intense "loving" that Alli bestows upon her. The other morning I looked down the stairs, and at the bottom, there was Allison, sitting with Phoebe on her lap, just as quiet and still as could be. Phoebe has determined if she goes into some small, dark place, she will be safe from all of the affection for a while. Her first choice was a hole in the wall in the basement bathroom that Scott made to fix a problem with the pipes. We had fears of either her using the hiding place as a litter box, or becoming so attached she'd never come out. So Scott put some plywood over the hole. Her new favorite place is right under the middle of our king-sized bed. Then it takes long-armed Daddy to get her out: no one else can quite reach her.
I've always been an "animals belong outside" kind of a person, mostly because that's the way my family always was. We had one cat that everyone was very fond of that lived indoors for awhile while I was in high school, but that's about it. It's been kind of a big step for me to have animals living "with" me rather than "near"me. I do have a bit of a cat allergy, so it will be interesting to see how that goes... in general my allergies have improved as I've gotten older.
The best thing is that both kids are learning to be concerned about "someone" other than themselves. Ben actually volunteered to "scoop the poop" this morning and they both like to feed and water their kitties. Getting 2 and 4 year olds to think of someone besides him/herself is quite an accomplishment.
I'm sure the new and exciting part will wear off soon, but so far Phoebe and Fluff have added a good dimension to our country life!