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Thursday Thirteen: Minnie Takes Over

Today, my blog has been commandeered by Minnie, our two year old Tabby...She is quite angry about the addition of our kitten, Pumpkin, to our home. I will not be held responsible for the following content...









Well, let's see. It's been almost a week now since that little intruder came to MY house. I don't know if that little ball of fur is staying, but he sure does get a lot of attention. But I'm not standing idly by. I have had a few thoughts as I wait for the alien to go away.

1. I won the first showdown while the alien was still caged














2. I'm going to use HIS litter

3. I'm going to steal HIS toy that mommy bought for him














4. I am going to hide downstairs and pout, even when Daddy comes down to pet me

5. I wonder how long until the alien leaves...what if he never does?

6. Just because I don't like to snuggle with Mommy, doesn't mean that the alien can.



















7. I'm going to eat his food

8. Why does he keep playing with people toys














9. I wonder if he misses his brothers, sisters and mommy














10. He really is cute. Do you suppose I am experiencing the loss of childhood, watching this silly thing play around?














11. Maybe if I'm nicer, Noah will pet me too.















12. Why does he keep trying to get near me, like I'm going to be his friend. He got all the way to touching my paws today before I hissed at him. Maybe I'm getting more tolerant...nah!














13. Why did they bring him home? Don't they love me anymore?



P.S. Mommy requests any suggestions for how to make me get along with my new baby brother. I guess I would like that, too.

Noah's best friend

I never had pets when I was growing up. My mom always said it was because we were all "allergic" A few years ago I finally got her to admit that she said it because she didn't want pets in the house. I always felt that my kids should be allowed to have pets.

My husband and I bought our first pet a year after we got married. It was a rabbit named Thumper. (Original, don't you think?) This rabbit was our "baby" We managed to litter train her and she had the run of the house. She thought she was a dog...followed us everywhere. She really was very spoiled.

4 years later along came Baby Noah. Shortly after, Thumper was given to a loving home.

We always said we would get a pet when our children were older. In October of 2006, My youngest turned 2. I went through a period of being sad that "my baby was growing up" At about the same time, Noah was starting to be somewhat aggressive to his little brother and other people's pets. So I asked my husband, "Should we get Noah a kitten for Christmas?" Steve was pretty adamant. "No, not yet." I thought the kitten would help with learning to be more gentle, but I figured Steve was probably right and we should wait until the boys were a little older.

A week or so later, I was hanging out waiting for Noah to finish preschool when a mom came in with a box full of kittens. I, who had always wanted a kitten to snuggle, picked up one and Noah's teacher came out and said, "Why don't you bring it in to show the class?" Noah, who has never really been big into animals, saw Mommy walk in the class with the kitten and said in a matter of half a second, "Oh, Mommy, can we call her Minnie?" How do I say no? A kid who had never shown any interest in anything living had not only fallen in love with it at first sight, but had also already named it.

A half hour later, Minnie was in our van, crying, on the way to the store to buy all the things a kitten needs. The call to my husband (who was home stranded on the couch with a shattered ankle at the time) was pretty interesting. "We're coming home and we've got a cat"

So, Minnie became part of our life. (I have never once sneezed by the way) Actually, I should say, Minnie became part of Noah's and Daddy's life. They became her people of choice, choosing to attack pretty much anyone else. It's almost as if she knew that Noah was the reason she came to our home.

The babysitters and grandmas are her favorite prey.


Minnie follows Noah and Daddy everywhere and needs to always be around them, or ON them, as in the case of Daddy.












I do believe that Noah has become MUCH more kind toward other creatures as the result of Minnie joining our life.











As you can tell, Daddy really didn't want a cat LOL














I think Aaron may be a dog person, so we'll see what happens as the boys grow older. However for now, even Aaron is a fun buddy for Minnie to visit at night.











Noah is not limited to just Minnie anymore. At a fall trip to the apple orchard, one of the attractions was a "kitten house" I think I saw Noah's head spinning he was so exited. He couldn't get enough, including holding as many as he could at a time and trying to take them with us in the wagon to go get pumpkins.




















I am glad my boys are learning how to treat all of God's creatures with respect. My brother and sister have also had pets in our adult lives. I believe they add another dimension of unconditional love to our lives.

Have a great week.