We have a new addition to the family, thanks to our neighbors and my easily lost resolve. Our neighbors cat had kittens about eight weeks ago. Elena and the girls went over to their house several times to play with the kittens. There was a never ending onslaught of “oh Dad, they’re so cute! Please can we have one!”. To which my answer was always “in order to get one, you have to get rid of one of the two we already have”.
I consider cats to be a consolation I have learned to deal with in order to have the pleasure of living with my wife. (Love ya dear!) Elena grew up with cats and they are definitely a part of her life. I on the other hand never had them because my mom is allergic to them. So naturally, I should be allergic to them as well, right? Well, at least that was my excuse during the first few months of marriage. That is, until we got one and it had no affect on me. Ack! My feeble plan was foiled! Since then, we’ve almost always had a cat in the house. I tolerate them, but draw the line at trying to give them any encouragement that they should come to me for some kind of comfort.
So how did I get suckered into cat #3? Elena calls me at work, the day before Maren’s birthday, and says that the neighbor is taking the cats to a parking lot to give them away to anyone that wants them. She pulls the “it would be the perfect birthday gift for Maren to let her choose one” tact. Suffice it to say, my two little girls often have me eating out of the palm of their hands.
So now there is a new kitten in the house. Maren has named him “Ninja”. The neighbors had simply referred to him as “Mr. Scratchy Biter-man”, named by their 4 year old son. It is only now that we realize how well their name fit. Kittens are always cute, and good for entertainment. If only they wouldn’t grow up to be cats.
Dirt Off Your Shoulder
May 27th, 2009 at 10:40 am
congrats. so cute.