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I was telling y'all the other day about our new family members. We added 3 kittens (almost a year old) to our family dynamic.
When I wrote the other day, they were still hiding from us. We decided not to name them until we've had a chance to get to know them.
The boys have proven to be much more adventurous than their sister. She is still getting around only if she can hide under furniture or other large items. She is shy and sweet and I can't wait to get to know her and give her a proper name. Here is a picture of her.
Scout is proving to be the adventurous one of the group. He has found his way from one end of the house to the other. He has snuck up behind Bear B to investigate him, and has slapped him a few times when his face got too close. He is sweet and affectionate and I think he will probably be the one who loves me most. Here's a picture of him.
Finally, there's Loki. He's not quite as adventurous as his brother but he does venture out from time to time. He's a mischief maker, and he watches everything so intensely. He can be sweet when he wants to be, but also acts totally aloof. He seems to be bonding with my husband the most. Hubby is the one who named him. Here is his picture. (he is perched inside one of our chairs)
The new babies are slowly settling in and finding their place in the family. Hopefully, she'll have a name soon.
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*update: she is now called Freyja.
Sadly, Smokey passed away sometime Monday before we woke up. She has been sick since we got her back from my in laws. We've been preparing for the loss and spent as much time as we could loving and caring for her.
Her last night with us was full of pampering. She had a bath and brushing. She lay in my lap and purred after. Here is the collection of photos we took during those last hours.
We also have THREE new family members to introduce you to. A friend of mine had kittens she has been trying to find a home for. They are siblings, almost a year old. They bonded, so they came as a package deal. It's two brothers and a sister.
We brought them home last night. They're scared and hiding, though one of the brothers has wandered out a few times during the last hour or so.
We haven't had a chance to get to know them and name them, yet. We also haven't gotten many good pictures. Here is what I've got. These were taken last night as soon as they came out of the carrier.
One of the boys found our triple beam scale and decided to become a part of it. The other boy climbed up into a table behind the video games. Their sister was stationed beneath the brother in the video games, but she ultimately climbed up and joined him.
Today, they are all three hiding inside one of our living room chairs. I will post good pics and their names as soon as we have them.
I can't honestly say I'm feeling any better. Truth is, I'm feeling much worse today.
I remember a time when I thought I was beautiful. I didn't always catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and quickly turn away in disgust.
And so my quest to find what's eating me up inside and turning my world so dark begins. I read somewhere that laughter is good for the soul. Patch Adams taught us that laughter has healing qualities. I guess my quest started with my adventure in the bathroom last night.
I've included a recap of the events below so that you can laugh along with me.
Adventure in the Bathroom
I approach the sink, preparing to wash my hands when movement catches my eye. There is a spider scurrying across the cabinet mirror.
Keeping one eye on the spider, I grab myself a couple squares of toilet paper and fold it over a few times.
I slowly and quietly approach the spider (can they hear us?) toilet paper poised, arm stretched as far away from me as it will go.
I jab at the spider with the toilet paper. It leaps into the air and disappears. I'm searching the counter for it. I locate a tiny one hiding behind a canister, but there is no sign of the jumper.
I toss the toilet paper in the toilet, accepting that the big one got away. I proceed to wash my hands, and I think I feel something crawling on my arm. I'm brushing it off, flinging water all over the bathroom.
Still can't find the dang thing. I proceed to brush my teeth and finish getting ready for bed. As I am rinsing my mouth, I glance over to the corner of the counter, and there's the spider's corpse right around where the ordeal began.
When I jabbed at it I must've killed it, but my panic sent its dead body flying, giving it the illusion of leaping to safety.
Something is ugly and broken in me. When I stand in front of the mirror and I can't stand the sight of my own reflection. When my daughter tells me that I'm beautiful and I tell her I'm not. This is the same daughter who I've told a thousand times that she looks just like me.
You're beautiful, baby girl. Inside and out. Something's just ugly and broken in me. Something that causes me to hate the reflection staring back at me. Continue reading