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. 🙂 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?
That’s the kitties squawking at me when I walk in the bathroom. Aka “Their Home” for now. Awwwwww!
Taking it slow 🙂
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)