December 2015

Re-introducing our new kitten… DARTH SNOWFLAKE.  Yep,  final answer,  that’s his name (and she’s a boy).

Having moved from Rolling Acres Farm in Ohio to the CircusKitchen condo in Cambridge, we were so lucky Auntie Liz offered to do the veterinary work on Darth Snowflake.  (Super thanks, Super Liz!)

“What’s distemper?” the kids ask.
“It’s what mommy gets when she loses her cool.”
“Ohhh,” they say.

Now that Darth Snowflake has been treated for worms, rabies, distemper and fleas, he is free to do as he please;

Like Hang with the Gang.

Or as Daddy put it, “Darth Snowflake is free.”

From *Daddy’s* FB feed no less (the guy who wanted “nothing to do with” new kitten,  and who helped name him):

He keeps going under our bed  (safer from coyotes)  and coming out covered in dust bunnies.

Speaking of bunnies:

Darth Snowflake seems to prefer Fluff, on account of all the danglies sticking out of her face, there for him to “play” with.

Meanwhile Peter Parker and Flash Cat are trying to handle it.

Poor Flash Cat  –so dumb but nice–  tries to figure out what he thinks of the new arrival.  He tries to have opinions, but I’m afraid it’ll never happen.

Peter Parker seems more Zen about it.

The house cats are amazed and confused to see the former farm kitty work through table scraps:

They just don’t get it.

But they’re coping somehow.

Now that I am the new Food Lady in his life, sometimes Kitten follows me around till I carry him, so it’s a good thing I still have some baby slings on hand:

Also babies (former babies):

Sometimes things get feisty, and thankfully we have a whip for that:

And apparently a ginormous tree full of props.

I am in fact embarrassed by these riches, yet sharing them here is one of my ways to honor them.  I hope you can forgive me,  as Peter Parker seems to have forgiven Darth Snowflake.

In fact much of the time I’ve been composing this morning,  they’ve been sitting on me holding… paws.  Playing a slow game of “Mine is on top,” “No,  mine is on top,” “No, mine…” etc.

So from my ridiculous abode to yours, I wish you;
1) An embarrassment of riches,
2) Peace on Earth, and
3) May your paw be on top…  at least some of the time.