So a lady and her son walk into a pet store and come out with a cat. No, it’s not the beginning of a joke (unless the joke is my life). Susan and Mason went to the pet store last night and came home with a cat. Mason has been begging for a pet for a while now (I voted for either a goldfish or a hamster). You may recall we had a puppy for about half of a three day weekend about a year ago, but that didn’t work out so well. The yapping, chewing, and pooping was just too much with a six-month-old baby and a three-year-old toddler as well. I had to be the bad guy and say “enough was enough” with the puppy. Back to the pet store he went, minus all the money we spent on shots and whatnot.
And so, a year or so later, we’re going to try it again, this time with a cat. After tossing around every name from Smokey, Midnight, Tristan and Plankton, we settled on … “Nosferatu.” Nosferatu was the first vampire film ever made and was based on the story of Dracula. Mason knows about Nosferatu from his brief cameo in an episode of Spongebob Squarepants. Of course this morning Mason has had second thoughts, and thinks the cat’s middle name should still be Ashton.
And so, outvoted 3-1, allow me to introduce Nosferatu Ashton O’Hara, latest addition to the clan.
Just in case it hasn’t already come up, first thing is neutering and front claws removed. If you leave the back claws in, they’re not totally defenseless, can climb a tree if necessary to escapte danger, but still won’t destroy furniture, drapes, and children’s hands and faces. OF course, they still have teeth too. HOWEVER, all that being said, we had a lot of cats over the years, and some of them make pretty good pets. They have their own personalities, and all ours were pretty good except the siamese, and he was a mean devil! So now, post us a picture of N.A.O.
After watching the cat “walk” sideways on the floor while holding onto the couch, I’m glad we’ve still got the old livingroom furniture. Every now and then I think I want new, then I see one of the kids running around with a sharpie and I remember why we’re not there yet. : )
We got the neutering down anyway. I’m hoping that when we get home today, I find a present in the litter box and not somewhere else.
Of course all the bedrooms are closed off, so chances are any surprise presents will be left upstairs, in the computer room.
SUPPLIES!
Too fast on the naming process to suit a little boy. Last night we were discussing new names. He likes Winky, from Escape to Witch Mountain, and I was telling him about Piwacket from Bell, Book, and Candle (another old movie), but he still hadn’t settled on a name. When he finds the right one, he’ll let you know!