our new arrival
I'm typing this with one hand right now, and if I must speak, I'm keeping my voice super-quiet.
I don't want to wake the baby.
That's right. I have a new baby. His name is Charlie.
Meet Charlie.
The girls have wanted a kitty for a long time. And then a friend had a cat who had kittens, and she needed to find homes for them, and I knew the girls would like a cat so much...that's who this is all about, of course. The girls. I'm not a part of this. Oh, no. Not at all.
"You love Charlie. You love him," Eric says to me. "You are a cat lady! Totally a cat lady."
"I'm not a cat lady," I say, defensive. Everyone knows that "cat lady" means crazy, nutso, drinking tea out of mugs with slogans like "My cat is purr-fect" and wearing sweaters with little pawprints embroidered on them. "I just think he's really cute, that's all," I say.
I mean, there's just something really relaxing about having a little warm ball of fluff curled up on your lap. And when the kitty hops into a box, all furtive, like he's hiding--totally cute. And then he starts chasing his tail--how can you not find that adorable? It's a kitty in a box! Chasing his tail! Two kinds of cuteness.
Right now Charlie is stretched out to his full length, snoozing as though my lap is paradise itself. I kind of want to get up and go to the kitchen for a Diet Pepsi, but I just don't want to disturb him.
But I'm not a cat lady. Nope. Not at all.
I don't want to wake the baby.
That's right. I have a new baby. His name is Charlie.
Meet Charlie.
The girls have wanted a kitty for a long time. And then a friend had a cat who had kittens, and she needed to find homes for them, and I knew the girls would like a cat so much...that's who this is all about, of course. The girls. I'm not a part of this. Oh, no. Not at all.
"You love Charlie. You love him," Eric says to me. "You are a cat lady! Totally a cat lady."
"I'm not a cat lady," I say, defensive. Everyone knows that "cat lady" means crazy, nutso, drinking tea out of mugs with slogans like "My cat is purr-fect" and wearing sweaters with little pawprints embroidered on them. "I just think he's really cute, that's all," I say.
I mean, there's just something really relaxing about having a little warm ball of fluff curled up on your lap. And when the kitty hops into a box, all furtive, like he's hiding--totally cute. And then he starts chasing his tail--how can you not find that adorable? It's a kitty in a box! Chasing his tail! Two kinds of cuteness.
Right now Charlie is stretched out to his full length, snoozing as though my lap is paradise itself. I kind of want to get up and go to the kitchen for a Diet Pepsi, but I just don't want to disturb him.
But I'm not a cat lady. Nope. Not at all.
7 comments:
He IS cute! I have always thought of myself as more of a dog person than a cat person (if I had to choose...I'm not much of an animal lover). but when it comes down to it, I would MUCH rather have a cat snoozing next to me on the couch than a shedding, drooling dog. :) enjoy your new little one!
Grey kitties are nice. Genetically it's true. There's been studies. Good pick. If you had gotten a calico I would of secretly had to transport it to a farm. I can not wait to meet Mr. Charlie. Hey...maybe I can volunteer him for the feline neuter program at school :) You trust me right. And then it would be free. See ya on Sunday!!
Yes, sign him up! I do trust you, and it's not like it's his brain you'd be operating on. He doesn't need those parts you'll be removing anyway. And I am all about FREE.
I thought Eric was allergic to cats. Isn't that why you got rid of Lady?
Yes. Although he is inside right now. Charlie is going to be an outside cat.
I'd love to be a cat lady. I think the sweet balls of fur help us not to smother our children too much. My husband isn't sold on that idea yet, so we just borrow other people's cats instead.
Awwwww! How cute!
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