It’s Raining Cats!

You know we have Snowflake and Blackjack…. but did you know we picked up another cat or two?

Let me explain.  (No, there is too much; let me sum up.)

Wesley bought me a little notebook for my birthday when he was only six years old.  I didn’t really have any idea why he bought it for me… other than it was a reddish-pink color and he must have thought it was for “girls.”

The Notebook

The Notebook

Don’t you love how awesome I am with that sword?!

I still couldn’t think of any reason why he picked it out for me, but I decided I would try to use it with him.  I started writing him notes in The Notebook and leaving it for him to find.  He would answer me back and tell me things I couldn’t get him to talk about face-to-face.  (Sometimes he wouldn’t answer with anything “revealing” at all… but at least he answered me.)

When we got to LA I asked him what he liked most about living in California again…  I asked him what he liked most about his room… and I asked him what he was looking forward to at school.  He told me nothing.  He was looking forward to NOTHING at school.    When I asked him what feelings he had about school, he told me only one; sad.  : (

So I wrote that I wanted him to be happy about going back to school and what could I do to make it better?  He never responded.  I left The Notebook out several nights in a row on his bed so he would answer… but he never wrote down anything.

Fast forward a week and these are our new foster kittens; Pouncer, Kit Kat Jam and Skid.

New additions to the family

New additions to the family

Foster Kitten

Kit Kat Jam

Foster Kitten


Foster Kitten


Wesley named all of the kittens… and no, Skid is not named after what you’re thinking : )  He gets his name from running so fast and then skidding across the hardwood floor in Wesley’s room.

Wesley started asking about foster kittens almost as soon as we got unpacked.  He loved fostering when we lived in Austin.  Actually we all kind of enjoyed it… that’s how we found Blackjack : )

We picked up the kittens on Saturday and they’ve been living in Wesley’s room ever since. We were sitting in his room petting the kittens and chuckling at them as they chased each other and played with string… and I asked him, “What would make school better?  You never answered me in the notebook.”

He said, “This.  This is what makes it better.”

I guess when you’re ten years old kittens make everything better.


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