Matt had said maybe to getting a kitten this weekend, but now he's said not yet. I told him that we can wait as long as he wants. I just hate not knowing when. Same old thing with me.
Back to remembering Horus... When we brought the kittens home, Horus meowed at the top of his lungs nonstop. He just hated being in a moving vehicle. Poor guy. When we got home, Horus explored, while Anubis sulked. They eventually adjusted and showed us their personalities. Horus was Matt's cat, and Anubis was mine, so to speak. Horus would go up to Matt at his computer and put his paws on Matt's leg. Matt would pick him up, lean back in his chair, and lay Horus on his chest. Horus would just purr like crazy (for him--he was never a very loud purrer). He crossed his front legs and rubbed his cheek on Matt's nose. It was the cutest thing.
Horus loved birds. He would sit in the front window with his upper half in the window itself (the windows are almost floor to ceiling).