I'm a smitten kitten

What is there to write about?

One day blends into the next with very little variation.

We don’t live an exciting life.

I think I’m at the point in my life where I really don’t mind this laid-back, almost-but-not-quite country life.

The kids are grown now, even the last caboose is old enough not to need a mother.

I don’t see the grandchildren enough to really qualify as a Granny anymore, and not being able to drive means I don’t get roped into babysitting very often.

My days are pretty much free, and if I choose to stay online from sun up to sun down, I can do that, as long as Cowboy has his dinner ready before he goes to work.

I do get bored sometimes, but who doesn’t?

OK, maybe I do miss the days when I had a bunch of kids under my feet, and I was going all day long, cooking, cleaning, refereeing, and fighting the school.

Just a bit.

It was nice to be needed, no one needs me anymore.

But I am enjoying being totally lazy now.

Today is Raven’s birthday, but we didn’t get to see him or celebrate with him. 
The joys of adult children, I guess.

One big thing did happen today. 
We adopted a 10-week-old kitten.

Badger is still batting around names, but right now it’s tentatively Chaos Wind-Paw. 
That may change once it settles in and we get a better feel for its personality.

Right now, it’s mostly just napped.

I keep saying it, but I’m almost certain it’s a boy. 
It had better be a boy.

Cowboy will have a cow, but we’re just replacing Lyla, not adding another body.

We’ve got the exact same number of cats as before, in other words.

Unlike poor Lyla, this little kitten is young enough to train, so hopefully I won’t have poop all over creation anymore.

He didn’t just magically appear. 
Once we returned Lyla, Badger started actively looking for a kitten, and I told her to go for it, thinking kitten season had to be over by now.

I shouldn’t have underestimated her determination.

I’m not even sure where she came up with this one.

The lady drove down from Morristown, and we met in the Baptist Church parking lot. 
She pointed to who I assume was her daughter and said, “Her daddy is mean and don’t like cats, and I’m allergic.”

The girl, or whoever she was, plopped the kitten right into my arms, and we hauled butt back home.

We had to walk to pick him up, and he didn’t give us a bit of trouble at all. 
No fuss, no panic, just like he already trusted us.

They had him for three weeks, and I guess we should have asked more questions.

She said when she decided to give him to us, she called the old owner to ask his age. 
I still don’t understand why she didn’t ask that when she first got him.

She said she didn’t know whether he was 10 weeks when she got him or if he’s 10 weeks now.

I’m saying he’s currently about 10 weeks old, and he was barely old enough to be away from his mother when she picked him up.

I’m giving him a birthdate of June 12, 2020.

So far, all he’s done is play a little, explore a lot, and nap.

We’re keeping him in Badger’s room until he gets bigger, away from the dogs and the older cats.

We’re letting him and Fergus spend time together, since he’s supposed to be Fergus’s companion once he gets a bit more size on him.

Let’s hope for another Fergus. 
When we brought Ferg home, all he did was sleep.
It took him almost a month before he started mewing.
Little Bit needs to be a quiet kitty, or Cowboy will pitch a fit, and I don’t want to deal with that at 1 a.m.
Hopefully, Fergus will step in as a sort of substitute mother and keep things quiet.

Cowboy is very set in his ways.

We’ve learned over the years that if you just do something and don’t make a big deal out of it, it eventually just becomes “normal” to him.

That’s how you end up with things like pierced ears on boys, four grey cats instead of two, and a girlfriend whose parents kicked her out who’s now bunking with little sister.

Yep.

Cowboy isn’t one of those screamers and throwers. 
He’s a sulker and a fusser. 
He’ll go out and mow the yard mad, and then he’s over it again.

On the plus side, at least we’re not Heron bringing home squirrels and ferrets.

Alright, I’m going to bed. This is going to be an interesting night.