May I present to you, the gift my amazing husband came home with on Friday night. After 12 years of declaring himself anti-cat, he decided to surprise me.
She was very skittish and scared of the world on Friday night (of course). We explained to the boys that it would take a few days for her to settle in a little and let them hold her.
Not so. She woke on Saturday morning with some attitude and some (virtual) balls! Girl's not scared of anything. :) She's almost 8 weeks old, she's mostly toilet trained (just the one accident - in Joel's office. It's like she's trying to get me into trouble). She is cheeky though. How do we stop her from attacking hands and feet. We know she's just trying to play, but I don't want her thinking it's ok for her to bite every single person who visits us with hands. Most of them have them, you see. I don't want to be mean to her, but I'd like to discourage this behaviour. (She has plenty of toys, which she loves, as well as a scratching post/'fort', as one of the boys described it).
Either way. Am in love. Almost as much as Alexander is. Not quite though. I don't think anyone ever loved anything more.
Have a good hump day.
Linking up with Trish for Wordless Wednesday.
*Quick note about Joel. Doctor feels it is probably not a complex migraine after all. He thinks Joel's had a small bleed on the brain. I'd have preferred a migraine, clearly. He has an neurologist appointment at lunch time, and an MRI. We'll see.