I can’t believe it has taken me this long to figure out that if I let the cat in I can get at least 30 minutes with out somebody coming up to me and holding a box of raisins saying “Uh, Uh”. How did I not figure this out before? Think of the peace I could have been enjoying? The kids are in love with the little animal, although I don’t think the feeling is mutual. He’d rather have nothing, at all, to do with them (but isn’t that typical cat behavior anyway?)

When I think of the way Eden says cat (tat), I’m reminded of a story my Aunt tells. She was visiting a friends house one day with my then small cousins. David, the youngest, was under 2 years old. He was really enjoying playing with the cats when he went up to the lady and said, “I wike your titties.” There was a moment of stunned silence before my Aunt jumped in and said, “Your CATS, your CATS, he likes your CATS!”

Because I’ve discovered the joys of the cat, Honor has learned another word. Now he says “Kitty” to add to his massive vocabulary. Yes he’s learning at an exponential rate. He now says “Dog” and “Kitty”. THATS IT. We’re going to have to get more animals if we want him to keep talking.

edit 11/15: Last night we let the Kitty sleep in the house because it was so cold. I thought Eden would really like having him sleep in her bed, so I put him in there. She woke up some time in the night and came into our room to excitedly tell me that the kitty was in her bed. Some time later I woke up to the suffocating smell of kitty poop. I tracked it to our closet and let me tell you, the kitty poop gods smiled on me last night. The cat had diarrhaea, BUT he managed to poop right on an empty Old Navy bag sitting on our closet floor. Nothing AT ALL got on the carpet. Such luck!

Needless to say, the cat doesn’t get to sleep in any more.