lay~zee.

Today we were lazy. The Boss and I stayed in our pj’s until after lunch, changing into comfy shorts and T-shirts for nap. Lazy. Oh sure, I cleaned and we played together, but by and large the day was spent cuddling on the bed, watching scholastic book movies and nodding off.  Followed by a three hour nap.

Lazy.

I was drinking in all the cuddles and sweetness I could before the epic two year old monster returned. The monster must be on vacay or perhaps taking a post Emmy recoup becuase today he was sweetness and light. Perhaps we tired him out this weekend! My room has become The Boss’ favorite place to hang out, as if features three things he can’t get enough of: The Wiggles On Demand, a king sized bed for bouncing on, and of course…Fender the Supah Kitteh.

I love this kitten and will cry a thousand tears when we find him the perfect home. But my tears? Nothing compared to The Boss’. Every morning I hear his sweet mewlings over the monitor waking up slowly. Drowsily figuring out where he is. Then it never fails “Open the door! Wanna see Mommy! Open the door Mommy!” Then one of the highlights of my day: he wraps his sleepy warm self around me, burrowing his face into my neck and we rock in the chair quietly….for a few minutes before he pulls back and announces “go see Sammy! Baby have it a Baby Kitty Mo!” Then pointing and leaning towards the door he insists we go to my room where we crawl into bed and then all four of us snuggle up. The Boss cuddled close to me, Puppy Bear draped across our feet and Baby Kitty Mo (aka Supah Kitteh aka Fender) purring away smushed in the slight valley where our bodies touch. It’s heavenly. I could stay there all day.

This afternoon, around five, after The Boss had woken from his nap and had a snack I caught him singing Baby Mine to the kitten, the two of them drifting in and out.

Lazy day.

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When Minky passed away I was very I shall never have another cat again. Then Saturday night my mother in law tentatively knocked on my bedroom door at almost midnight and said “there’s kitten crying outside, I can’t get him!” So there we were,  two women looking for a kitten in the middle of the night with a quickly dying flashlight. In pajamas. I was in pajamas. Not the cat. I should get him some though…cuz he is the cat’s pajamas. {really? Someone should take away my blogging privileges for that one} I’ve been teased about being a pied piper of stray cats on about ten billion occasions but this little guy was tricky.

He was also starving. Hunger won out and soon his little flea infested self was nestled in my arm, as soon as we were inside he took to hiding under the nightstand.  Luckily this little dude is an optimist and unblinkingly submitted to a lovely bath {or ten of them} and some flea medication. He snuggled into TOTT’s towel covered lap as flea removal surgery was administered. {just like Minky}  It was Minky all over again. We stayed up with her watching the fleas leap off her tiny kitten body and washing them down the drain.

Last night this poor stray was subjected to some more tweezering as this here squeemish gal removed even more tiny ticks than fleas. Ok, that’s an exagerration, but I did remove one from his eye lid. HIS EYE LID!

He’s a sweet little dude. Cuddlerific, that’s what he is. I forgot how fun a kitten was.  The Boss promptly announced “Baby Kitty Mo toes in paint!”

Then decidedly stated “Baby Kitty Mo a black and white guitar!”And that’s how this tiny furball came to be known as FENDER.

NOW! FLEA FREE!

The American Dream boasts three other cats and one anxious Puppy Bear, so Fender cannot stay. I am on the hunt for the PERFECT home from him. And I am going to be so picky. Because I love him, I always said Minky would send me a kitten when I  was ready. When we brought him inside TOTT said ” Is your kitten here?”

I wish.  He is the awesome. Plus, he plays a mean game of tiny toddler basketball.