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Cloudy with a chance of kittens

So this happened:

I know… RIGHT?? My new little girls.

Luna in the back, PoBo in the front. And no, it’s not PoBoy as in sandwich. For those of you that have asked and those of you thinking it. πŸ™‚ It’s a small child’s way of saying Polar Bear.

Hey, Jack used to say Kkkk for Christmas tree. This is an evolved name!

And of course they are white so we had to name them whitey names. Not like Honky as one friend suggested. But we went through the gamut of whiteness: Snow, Cotton, Crystal, and then we started getting silly and thought of weather names like Cloud and Fog and Cold Front.

Then we joked that we would name them Low Pressure System and Barometric Pressure, haha. Or Windy and Rainy. But Luna stuck out on my list and Jack liked it. PoBo was pre-names before she even arrived and I dared NOT even attempt to veto that one. Jack picked it naturally.

I come home from work now and have two little mountain climbers scaling my legs. Must remove tights first and put on thick sweats! Aaahhh. We cut their nails so it was heavenly for a day or two. Now they’re sharp again! Oy!

Overall they have been a sweet and fun addition to the family. Moca is perplexed and whiney and tried to lick them to death on the one or two introductions we’ve made. She lunged one time so we put a stop to the visit early. We’ll keep trying!

You know what I’m doing, right? With Moca and now these guys. I’m building my support system for when JACK LEAVES FOR COLLEGE! I will have a well-established group of animals that adore me and I will not miss him for a second. That is, if he manages to get out of the closet I’m locking him in until he’s 50 after high school graduation. Not weird at all right?

Cuteness break:

That’s the kitties squawking at me when I walk in the bathroom. Aka “Their Home” for now. Awwwwww!

Taking it slow πŸ™‚

Jack and I have this crazy coordinated cat/dog dance that we have to do now. PoBo is the chill kitty but she’s become a flight risk. I open the bathroom door and she leaps over my feet like lighting and hides under my bed. Luna, aka Looney, who dies CARTWHEELS in the air as she maniacally plays with a miniature fuzzy road kill squirrel (thanks Kelley lol) is more hesitant when faced with an open door.

Jack; Mom, come here!

me: In a minute, I’m doing something.

Jack: Mom! It’s the Walking Dead!

me: Wha—? ( I head to my room )

Jack: Look! I can’t close the door! PoBo keeps sticking her paw in it clawing at me like the walking dead and I can’t close it!

Moca is pacing and whining, beside herself at the sight of the little white paw.

me: Ok, first let’s get Moca out.

We double door it, closing Moca outside my bedroom door.

me: Now it’s ok to open the door a bit and push her —–

Jack: Aaaaahhhh! She’s out!

PoBo does a flying leap over Jack and takes over my bedroom.

me: Ok, you go in the bathroom and I’ll grab her, and then we will figure out how to get out while keeping them in.

We wrangle the kitties and get in the bathroom.

me: I know, let’s put them in the bathtub and then make a run for it.

Jack: Have you seen them jump?? It’s like one second before they’re out of the tub.

Well that’s all we got. It works and we make our escape checking so we don’t close a kitty paw in the door.

We open my bedroom door and Moca lunges in and races to the bathroom door to sniff and whine. We drag her out.

Repeat many times throughout the day. Ha!

We should have named them Hurricane and Tornado!

(A little meet and greet in Moca’s crate)

🐢😺

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Liquid Cats

me: Check out this picture I saw on Facebook! Haha.

Jack: Liquids take the shape of the container they’re poured into. Therefore cats are liquid.


Days without accident: 0

We have a running tally in our house. Or, rather, we did until Moca outgrew it…How many days without pee or poop in the house. πŸ™‚

There would always be some freak accident (my fault for not paying attention) or a random pee (someone new in the house) etc. so we would sigh and say zero days without an accident. Then it would get up to a week and then 2… I was hoping for a month. But then I received this text. At the bottom. How prophetic of me to send poppy icons prior to the incident eh?

me: Jack, remember how I said to please come downstairs and watch Moca?

Jack: I was busy!

me: Remember I said she had just eaten and would probably need to go out?

Jack: She didn’t even warn me!

me: She had probably already gone before you even came down. 

Jack: Ewww!!

me: Yet I’m the one scooping it up. At least she was kind enough to avoid the rug. 

Tomorrow we reset the tally!


Moca was spayed in Monday. Here she is resting comfortably with her “stuffy” bear πŸ™‚


All’s well that ends well on a Wednesday



We’ve had a few things going on this week with Moca being sick, and Jack and I having some power struggles, but everything seems to be working out better this morning. At least I feel better. 

Moca is still a little off, with some tummy troubles, but this seems to be her thing. All puppies have a thing, and this puppy has a sensitive tummy. So we’re doing boiled rice and chicken for a day or two to see if she can even out a little bit. Poor thing. She is really super sweet and friendly and happy and playful, so I’m hoping it’s nothing too serious. 

Last night Jack and I were talking in his room.

me: All’s well that ends well… You know that saying right?

Jack: Nope.

me: Nope you don’t know what it means, or nope all is not well that ends well?

Jack: just nope.

me: Ok funny guy, i’m just saying that even if things are bad as long as they end up well then we can say all is well that ends well.

Jack: Fam nope!

me: OK wise guy. Fam what? What’s that?

Jack: Fam is family.

me: Nope!

Jack: Grrrrr….

I’m going to have to start turning his stuff back around on him, it’s way more entertaining for me anyways ha ha. So we will see how today goes and hopefully puppy and boy will still be feeling good when I get home from work πŸ™‚


Moca Mayhem


me: Jack, please take Moca out, she has to pee.

Jack: Awww do I have to?

me: Yes hurry up.

Jack: Hold on I have to put my cold gear on…. it’s so cold out.

me: Ok but hurry.

(Moca scratches at the door.)

Jack: Where’s my balaclava?

me: Sheesh just grab a hat.

Jack: Oh there it is! Where are my gloves??

me: I didn’t ask you to climb Mt. Everest, just take her out please. Dinner is almost ready.

(Moca whines at the door.)

Jack: Hold on Moca, just getting my coat…

me: Jack…

(Moca grabs the leash from the door knob and starts running around with it.)

Jack: Ok all set!

(He stops and looks at me…)

Jack: Uh oh, now I have to pee.

me: Sigh.


Meet Moca!

If you’ve ever owned a puppy then you can appreciate my state of mind right now. We picked up Moca this past Saturday. She is half Pitbull and half Corgi mix. A rescue! Adorable and sweet at 12 weeks old. Smart as ever!

Then why am I in, as my friend called it, puppy post-partum? Because ITS LIKE HAVING AN INFANT!

Haha.

It will pass. But I’m tired.

Jack is so thrilled to finally have a new puppy. He’s a great help also and Moca loves him. 
The Plan…

Jack: i’m going to walk the dog morning and night right mom?

me: Yep!

Reality…

Jack: but it’s so cold and dark out at 6:30! Can you do it?

me: Nope!

We have a pretty good schedule, Moca does really well all night in her crate I must say. I wake her up in the morning take her outside, feed her and take her in the kitchen on a leash to get Jack’s breakfast ready. The leash is for everyone’s safety and control. Especially Bella. And my furniture and walls.

Then Jack comes down stairs after getting dressed and eat breakfast, and we play in the kitchen while he ignores usHa ha. Then I take Moca into the bathroom with me to get partially ready while Jack brushes his teeth and get his things together for school. Jack will then take her for a walk for about 10 minutes while I blow dry and get dressed and then we all walk down to the bus stop together. And then I have a bout a half hour more playtime and getting ready time with the dog and then she goes in her crate around  7:30. Luckily I work close to home so I zipped home before lunch and spend a half-hour with her and then we were beat the routine when I get home from work.

She really is great at our routine even though it’s only been three days.

And that’s as long as it took me to write this blog post ha ha. I can do about a paragraph a day. I’m so tired and need a good Dog Walker! πŸ™‚