2 posts tagged “kitten”

As promised, here's our new girl, Tweety.

Tweety kiss me baby

Lee did the "kiss me baby" part. He says her lips are always puckered up like she wants a kiss. In fact, we thought about naming her "Pucker" instead. But knowing how we are, I didn't want to give her a name we where we could so easily change one letter and entertain ourselves. Besides, "Tweety" is kind of a unisex name so if she turns out to be a boy like Sly did we're covered!

Speaking of Sly, this isn't a great pic, but it shows them together just so you can see how little she really is:

Tweety 011

It has been a good weekend. Lee and his brother went fishing yesterday, and he came home with five big catfish. The skinning and filleting them part I could totally do without. I am such a squeamish girl that way. He wanted me to watch so he could explain everything he was doing as he went, and I was like "ugh. Fish guts. No thanks, babe."

He also brought home two box turtles he found on the road near the park. One had narrowly avoided being squished by the car in front of him. We put them in the backyard, and when I came out later they were making funky turtle love in my veggie garden! Later, I went out and the male had taken off. Guess he was a love'em and leave'em kinda guy. But the girl is still hanging around. We're calling her Shelly. I know, original, huh?

Earlier this afternoon we went to a local annual art fest with my mom and niece. One of the bartenders who works at the family pub is also an artist, and had a booth selling her paintings. We bought two matching seascapes for the bedroom. We each found a necklace we wanted too. We would have stayed longer, but it was cold and windy today, so after a quick duck into the beer garden to say hey to some friends, we headed homeward.

Now, I'm just relaxing and pretending that:

- Tomorrow is NOT Monday
- I don't really need to clean my bathroom.

Happy Sunday!

I mean, for real. Just look at this little one.

Baby Sly 2

Baby Sly 3

Baby Sly

One of the strays my neighbor feeds and cares for recently had four kittens. In case it isn't obvious, Lee and I took one in. My neighbor twisted our arm really hard. By that I mean she plopped the kitten in Lee's arms and called him "daddy."

She's the runt of the litter. At least, we think she's a she. Today. I've been wrong on that with kittens before.

She doesn't have a name yet, partly because I wanna be sure she really IS a girl before I pick one. She's a little skittish, but she's eating well and starting to initiate snuggles rather than just tolerating them.

Yep, now we've got two baby critters and one grown weasel.