I thought we were done. Really. Sure we talked about adding to the family and even discussed adoption but our family is pretty great as is so why mess with perfection? Right? I mean, who really needs another mouth to feed during a recession? More toys, more messes…. who need it? Well, apparently we did. I am proud to announce that during a momentary lapse in judgement, we have….
— wait for it —
….adopted a kitten!! We’ve been casually browsing over the past few weeks and visiting our favorite local shelter from time to time, but we hadn’t spotted “the one”. But last night we visited and kinda fell in love. He is approximately 4 months old and was abandoned along with his mom, brother and sister in a plastic tub outside the shelter. We’ll pretend they were wrapped in nice fleece blankets feasting on lobster and were only outside for a minute or two…. His brother and sister were both adopted earlier in the day and Nash couldn’t bear the thought of him having to spend the night there alone so – cue the tears – mom and dad caved. The next thing I knew, we were driving home with said kitten.
Vegas (our old, plus-size, deaf cat) is not super thrilled with sharing her turf and there’s been some hissing, but we’re sure they’ll be cuddling together by Christmas. Hopefully.
Now the name game has begun. We’re all having a hard time accepting the fact that he’s a he and not a she because he’s just so cute and cuddly and normally that’s a SHE not HE trait. So last night it was Mr. Cat. Then Spaghetti Cat (inspired from watching The Soup). This morning Nash came up with “Bobby” (after his favorite NASCAR driver, Bobby Labonte) but Jeff and I are voting for King Moonracer (the ruler of the land of misfit toys from Rudolph). We’ve given ourselves until Christmas to decide and need to spend some time getting to know him before we come up with anything official. That should be enough time for his personality to come out and figure out which name will fit.
What do you think??