On Thursday Aaron went to a flood and was sending me more texts than normal. This included picture messages. He usually sends me pictures of animals that he knows I would usually say "oh cute" or "kidnap it". This time he sent pictures of a litter of kittens. They were adorable so I sent him a usual Hillary response of "snatch one" he sent more pictures of group photos and then a picture of each one individually. He then sent a response of "which one you want". I didn't think anything of it and said "well the white one is so cute and the black and brown one would fit in perfectly with our bunch". I didn't hear much from him after this. I went on with cooking dinner and homework with the girls.
Aaron came home at a decent hour packing with him a bunch of coats from his truck and set all of them down except one and was extremely fragile with it. I didn't think anything of this because this is the norm. But my mind went to the pictures he sent me earlier. Sure enough I immediately said "you didn't" and he said "what?" I said "you actually did". He said "you said snatch one". Then the girls became interested. In the soft hoody was a tiny 8 week old kitten. Black, brown, tan and white with the most adorable grey eyes.
Here's a little background as to why I was in shock at this moment. A while back when we relishes that jack (our adult cat that was another shocker) was very anti social (that's the best way to describe him), I said to Aaron JOKINGLY that maybe we should get a kitten so he would have someone of his own kind to acclimate him back into a social cat. He laughed and said we have enough animals. That was that. I agreed and every time we saw kittens for adoption we would JOKE about it.
So for him to bring home a kitten, well I was a little apprehensive. Was this a joke. The flood he went to was a friend, so I thought for sure he brought this kitten home to see how jack would react and then take it back that night. But low and behold that sure wasn't the case. He said he couldn't pass up the offer, and "this cute face".
I then popped up and said "looks like your going to the store for kitten food and more litter". As he was sluggishly trying to go to the store we were trying to think up names. He said the kitten was a boy so I threw out some names and the girls were spitting out names too like "Cameron" and names of pet fish they once had. I was trying to come up with something that played along with all the other names in the family. I started with the A names. Then I thought, we have enough A names here. So I thought of F names to play off fosters name. Right before he kissed me goodbye I said "forest", I thought of aspen trees in the autumn grow in the forest. He said "I love the name forest, I hear it enough when I run so I think it fits". So that's his name.
As Aaron was at the store, I made a discovery. "He" is indeed a "she". Ha ha. So I called Aaron and informed him that we have a female kitten with a boys name.
Foster has now gone into "mother mode". The first second he saw her it changed his lazy dog attitude into playful puppy and protective mother. Yes I know foster is a male dog but I secretly know he is a girl trapped in a boys body. Duh why do you think I've always called him "pretty boy". He spent the night with her cuddled up next to him, and made sure that nobody disturbed her. He lucked her clean when he felt it was necessary and has been by her side ever since. She cries and he is the first one to try to find out what's wrong. I love him!
The next morning we found she knows what a litter box is (thank god) and that she in fact a cuddle bug. She even tried to nurse on Aaron's arm in the middle of the night. After hearing about that I'm surprised the new addition of our family wasn't thrown into a wall ( Aaron is the physically most sensitive person I know, you touch him and he jumps).
As breakfast came into play aspen said "so what did you name him" I said "HER name is forest" she said "I thought it was a boy" I said "no i found out she's a girl" she says "how did you find out?" I giggled and said "forest doesn't have a penis". " she didn't bat an eye at the word penis and said "oh like what daddy foster and jack have" I just laughed and said "yeah".
I put together a kennel for our baby with blankets, cat litter, and food and placed it in our room with the dogs. Left for work and came home to find the kennel completely destroyed, tipped on its side on the complete opposite side of the room, cat litter EVERYWHERE and no kitten. My thoughts weren't on this tornado destroyed room that I now had to clean but where was the kitten. I freaked out thinking the worst had happened, and with a visual mind, it was bad. I called for her making sounds with my mouth, and searched frantically. I finally heard a sweet meow and found her hiding under our bed. I coerced her out and loved on her while making sure she wasn't bleeding or worse broken, all while trying to figure out how the hell this happened.
I cleaned up the mess after taking a photo of the damage done and took her downstairs to play. She has got to be the most living and playful kitten I have ever seen. She played with kloe and foster until she was tired and came and laid next to me and fell asleep while purring ever so sweetly.
Friday after school was out and chores and homework were completed. The girls and I tried to find something on tv. We came across the history of pizza. We were hooked. The only other option was phineus and ferb, which I could care less if that show was canceled. So after watching the first half hour my mouth started to water. Me becoming gluten free, I now cursed this show. I texted Aaron asking him to pick pizza up for dinner. He happily said "great, ok". I didn't know weather to take that as a bash on my cooking or that he was possibly craving it as well. I will assume he was craving it. I then was trying to figure out what I was going to eat for dinner and gave up and said, I'll just have cereal. An hour later he came home with pizza in hand, and while the girls rejoiced (I will again assume they were craving it too) he gave me a bag from Harmon's with a gluten free pizza inside. Oh how I love my husband! As we ate our delicious treat we noticed that it started snowing. I was expecting it but did it have to throw it in my face?
I hate the snow! Not so much the fluffy white coldness of it, but the fact that it turns everyone into rude monsters who can't drive, and turns roads into even more of a death threat.
Back when I was living on my own and I had my Saturn, I was fine with the snow. I was working downtown at the time and usually just drove to the trax station and took trax to work. But one morning I was running a little late and missed my train. So I figured I would just drive. As I started to head up the on ramp of i15 I started to spin out. Now I'm not saying I'm the best driver but I do know how to drive. But this morning my car didn't want to listen to my command and it said to me I want to play in the snow. The car spun out of control and hit the center median. I was able to collect myself and drive a damaged car (really damaged with flat tire bent rim and all) to the next off ramp and into the nearest trax station. Took the trax to work and got fired for being late. These events are one of the many reasons I hate snow.
So I woke up this morning with forest letting us she knows how to use the litter box and then Aaron looking out the window and saying "wow". My sleepy eye became very alert and I responded with "are you kidding me". Sure enough, 4 inches of snow stuck to everything. A blanket of white covered everything outside and I had to drive in it. Come on. I mean I know it's that time of year and I do live in a state where the state logo was "greatest snow on earth" but, really?
Now after a long day at work the snow has just about melted away. If our snow days continue to be like this I can live with it.
Now I'm off to play some much need mariokart!
Stay warm and have a great weekend!
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