Bella

The day following my post about our kitty, Butterscotch, he unexpectedly died.  The kids, and especially Annika,  couldn't understand how they could care for something so well and have it meet an untimely end.  As with many other things this year, it became a conversation about death being part of life, as difficult as that may be.

We began immediately searching for a new kitten as Butterscotch was not just a pet, but also served a purpose around the house.  Annika and her cousin, Mary Rose, ended up finding sister kitties.

I did not realize how occupied animals kept my boys, especially Nickles.  I may begin campaigning for a fenced pasture, a larger barn and more creatures.
Shhh, don't tell Michaela I said that!

This poor little kitty (named Bella)  has endured much in the past few days at the hands of the youngest cherub in the house.  He has bathed her, followed by a roll in kitty litter, wrapped her into a tootsie roll to protect himself from well-deserved scratches, locked her in an empty drawer to hide her from his siblings, and the list goes on and on.  Bella doesn't seem to mind too much.   She is almost as good natured as her predecessor.

Annika & Bella

Nickles & Bella

Nickles, now that he has taken charge of dressing himself.  

He no longer cares if it is a top or a bottom, 

just so long as he can get it on.

Exhibit A ~ long underwear top as pants.  

Now, if only I had a belt.....