Wallace needed a brother. Jacinta isn't much fun for him and his pink punk ways. And me, I eventually grow weary of tossing toys for him to chase. Yep, he needed a brother.
And so began the process. That took three months. And culminated yesterday with this:
I meant to only get one. Really. I even had a few dreams about him: black with white spots, goes by the name of Beauregard. But alas, Beauregard was not to be found lo these three months. But Thor and Emmaline? They have joined the party.
Yep, we're all diving right in to the love fiesta here at the Hacienda of Kcats. While napping just a few minutes ago, Thor rode my head like a horse. And his sister Emmaline? Emmaline loves to lick, especially my face, and may I share with you how much it tickles to have your nostrils washed out by a tiny little 11 week old kitten tongue? That little tongue was all up in my stuffs, with Emmaline just purring and purring like she was humming while brushing my long luxurious hair . . .
And Wallace? He is passed out in the bed right now, plum tuckered out. But happy. Sleeping the sleep of the deeply, contentedly, exhaustedly happy.
Even Jacinta appears to be okay with it all. Hanging out mostly in her closet, her little hideaway, but she's in good spirits, and I can tell that a tongue bath from sweet Emmaline lies in her imminent future.
If you don't have kittens in your world, I highly recommend them. Jed and kittens. What more does a gal need on a Sunday afternoon?