No Shit!

I was just trying to figure out an excuse to not take Faith to school. (Storm is sick and William and Ray don't go on Tuesdays. It takes just short of an Act of Congress to get all 4 kids in the van; and I just wasn't feeling up to it.) I was running through my mental list of friends who would be willing to pick her up on their way to school when Faith ran past gagging. She managed to choke out, "The kitten pooped on me." She did throw up a little, out of disgust, but that's good enough for me.

By the way, the kitten is a she, not a he as we originally thought. And her name is Mao. Ray stutter-stepped behind her saying, "Mao. Mao. Mao. Mao." for 3 weeks or so and we have given in. Mao it is. Dawn and I enjoy referring to her as "The Chairman." I told you Nerdy Girls Make Me Hot.

The New Baby

Dawn says that she likes to learn something new everyday, and on Sunday she learned not to let me free in a flea market by myself.

He's only 7 weeks old and still shaky on his legs. He was bottle-fed so he's very snuggly. We're already totally in love with him. We're going to let him name himself, so it may take a while.

The rest of the zoo is adjusting. The massive dog would lick him to death if we let her. The cats aren't quite sure yet, and the kids are ecstatic!

Pretty cute, huh?

Menagerie

We have something of a zoo at our house. Here's the rundown. Gabby is a 75 lb. chow-lab mix. She's big and black and barks at everything bigger than a butterfly. She scares the shit out of delivery men, the mailman, and once a pair of policemen who made the mistake of jumping our fence in pursuit of a bad guy. We love her.

Yoda Marie is a 15 lb cat. She's almost 12 years old and has been with me since college. She has literally licked tears off my face. When she passes, I'll have to be locked up for a while, I'm sure.

Rocket is a little black and white cat. He ran in the front door right after we moved in. He was only a few weeks old and so little that I couldn't find him for days and days. He finally emerged and chose to stay.

Lulu and Opal are cockatiels. I gave them to Dawn for our first Christmas in our new house. The guy I got them from was a breeder and told me they were sisters. However, after their first molt, they were clearly brothers. So now we call them Lou and Opie.

There are 4 fish tanks. I won't bore you with the sordid history of the fish. Suffice it to say that the fish are plenty and my kids know that the potty is the gateway to fishy heaven.

My ex-husband gets a kick out of telling people that his ex-wife is a lesbian with a man-hating dog and transgendered birds.