So chocolate doesn't hurt cats does it? Because our new kitten, Miss B, just had a lot. She is very talented, this cat. She opened the fridge, UN-wrapped the Dove dark chocolates and then ate several pieces. Then, to head off my anger, she rubs up against my leg and purrs "I am purring, Mommy." She used to be such a well-mannered cat...she ate at the table and used silverware...she didn't even make a mess. But this morning she has decided to be a bad cat. I even caught her, with her cereal bowl on the floor lapping it up like some normal cat. Not a special cat, with removable ears and opposable thumbs and something important to say. She also found some peppermint Christmas candy...from last year. Well, it should be an interesting afternoon...wild!
Sam is eating real food now; he really likes to sit up and eat out of a spoon. I guess I wasn't fast enough in making his mid-morning milk today. Sam got so angry at me that he got on his hands and knees and crawled off. I am praying he'll forget for a month or so. Give me time to convince Miss B that small stuff doesn't go on the floor and he doesn't need to taste the pennies before we count them into his piggy bank.
She is learning sharing and fractions by giving him half. She is also learning the difference in the coins and values.
I crocheted her a "tailor tot" last night. She has a collection of tater tots from Sonic. We must eat there WAY TO much. I need to start cooking more. I'll also have to start wearing Sam more to get things done. I need one of these Or one of these. I have several slings (which I have found hard on my mild scoliosis) and front-only carriers but I need to strap this big guy to my back. I could make one...easy. There is that whole not being able to let Miss B out of my sight for a second thing. Okay...the wrap is just a big long strip of fabric.....good idea!
Patrick took Sam photos last night, so start those reminder emails....NOW!
well God Bless,
Tiffany
2 comments:
Two things...when Karlee was near Sam's age, she swallowed a penny that she found while inspecting the floor. Nobody knew it. She started having all kinds of breathing problems. Was at the dr all the time and nobody could diagnose. Then some doc decided to xray a little higher, and there was that penny, rocking around on the opening at the top of her lung. They put her to sleep and he reached down her throat and retrieved the penny, but it was ages before she recovered. I don't think she has the same problems anymore. Second thing. Put Sam the man in the play pen and get on with the business of watching the cat and cooking. He may think he needs to be on you every second, but it is a terrible pressident (no spell check) to set. Mothers have to live, too.
I LOVED pretending to be a kitty or a puppy or a mermaid when I was a little girl. All things that involved dragging myself, hands and knees around my grandmother's house...so fun!! Does Miss B have a tail?
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