Corny and Cheesy

You’d think with names like Cheesy and Corny, we were pushing some sort of discounted vending machine snack rather than two six-week-old orange kittens. Yet, here we are. As individuals, Cheesy and Corny have their own distinct methods of working their way into your heart. Cheesy is the quiet, reserved one. He observes the room with a mild, dignified skepticism, perfectly content to let his brother do the heavy lifting. Corny, on the other hand, is the bold explorer. He is the one who will march directly into the terrifying unknown of your hallway closet just to see what kind of dust is gathering on your shoes.

But the moment you actually pick either of them up, the charade ends. The dignity vanishes, the bravery evaporates, and they instantly begin to purr with the vibrating intensity of a malfunctioning window unit. It is an immediate, undeniable surrender.

When they aren't vibrating in your arms, they are playing. They rival each other in a chaotic, bouncing energy that makes you wonder what, exactly, they are running from. They are unbearably, hazardously cute. Dangerously cute, really. The sort of cute that should, frankly, require a permit. Sound enticing? Come meet them today!