Kevin long ago made a rule that we couldn’t have more pets in the house than people (the turtles and frog don’t technically count, they aren’t all around sharing our living space).

When we moved in April, Kevin’s cat Toffee disappeared from the new neighborhood.  After two weeks it seemed certain that he was gone for good, so Aislynn and I brought home a new kitten for dad.  A week later, Toffee showed up; filthy, skittish, with cuts and bruises.  This brought our feline occupancy up to six.  6 Cats = Too Many Inside (not that I wasn’t in firm agreement with the rule anyway).

Our new baby’s name is Emmitt and the human members of the family are enjoying him more than I recall us all enjoying any other new cat.  Across the board, we drop what we’re doing to play with him, and the sounds of baby-talk are frequently heard.

Me, to Emmitt: “I love you, love you, love you!  You make my heart want to ’splode!”

Brendon: “I’ll go get some towels.”

Copyright 2010 by Tammi Mossman.