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Okay, I will admit I've been looking at orange kittens on the local cat rescue sites (even before Cecil passed away, I wanted a fourth!), but I honestly did not believe I'd find one.

On Saturday February 10th during the National Adoption Weekend at my work this little gaffer came into my store. It was only by fluke he arrived. He was scheduled to be put at another location for adoption, but one of the cats we had needed to go back to a less stressful situation.


He is 8.5 months old, which is about four months older than what I was looking for in a new kitty, because I wanted a kitty who would be able to adapt to our other pets, our way of life (RVing with kids and pets) and, especially, being young enough that Queen Ezra wasn't going to have a hissy fit. Also, I had NO clue if he had ever been around dogs before, let alone big ones.

Well ... this guy won me over. He was relaxed, mellow, snuggly, and full of purrs. 

I didn't tell my husband I was bringing him home, and I wasn't sure he'd be happy about my bringing another cat into the house (and lets be honest here, he was NOT happy at all). After work I packed him into the cat carrier (I keep one in my car) and hauled him home.

The children were thrilled. The husband, not so much. The dogs loved him immediately. The other cats, not so much.

Michael and the kids named him Marlin. Yes, like the fish. It was Michael's idea. I'm not sure what hat he pulled it out of, but I wasn't going to argue. I call him Marzipan.

Everyone is warming up to him now. Ruby plays with him quite a bit. Ezra plays with him a little, but she also lets him know she is the boss and her Rule is never to be questioned. Michael pets him and loves him up, but glares at me out of the corner of his eye to let me know he likes the cat, but he's still not thrilled with my decision to bring him home. He'll get over it. Or he won't. Either way this kitten will have a wonderful life of love and happiness.

He is already a pro at modeling my finished knits.

Moose and Marlin.

Dinner for three!

Relaxing in the tree cup.

Sunshine kitteh.

Some people may think it's too soon after Cecil, myself included, but the wise words of Valerie ring true. "The time is right when the time is right. There’s no set time for mourning. He’s not a Cecil replacement, he’s his own little love, and he’ll help you all heal!"


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It seems to be a trend for me. Start out the year full force with blogging and then forget. I really didn't forget. There'd be days where I'd want to blog, but after working and mothering and all that fun stuff I just didn't have time. Also Ethan's tablet broke so he has more than taken over my laptop (I'm using it now because he is pre-occupied elsewhere). Soon I will have a new laptop and he will be the proud owner of this one, but for now we "share" which means he mostly uses it.

In five days Michael will be off night shift and I'm more than thrilled. Life will HOPEFULLY get back to normal. Night shift is tough on the worker, yes, but it's also tough on the worker's family, especially since our weekends are staggered. He gets Saturday and Sunday off and I (mostly) get Sunday and Monday, though the odd week I have to work on a Monday.

Anyway ... cats!




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