The gift that keeps on giving

This is Wendy, our very sweet, friendly, and loving cat.














And this is our floor, after petting Wendy for approximately 10 minutes.














Maybe we should get one of those fancy Dyson vacuums?

Wendy in the Window

Like most cats, one of Wendy's favorite places to sit is on the windowsill. She especially likes Buttercup's windowsill.

Isn't she pretty??




























The kids have been really gentle with Wendy and love to share their days with her. When Oliver woke up from his nap this afternoon, Wendy jumped in his bed, and he told her all about his tools, how high he swung at the playground, what he planned to do in the afternoon, etc. Very sweet!

And after Buttercup (or, "Buttercupper," as Oliver likes to call her) woke up from her nap, she talked to Wendy for a little while (though I haven't a clue about what she was saying, other than "meow," "kitty," and "love"), then she played peek-a-boo with Wendy by putting her PJs on her head.















Where's Buttercup???



















There she is!

Happy Half Birthday!

This month both kids have their half birthdays -- Buttercup is 18 months old today, and Oliver will be 3 1/2 on the 26th. We had been talking about getting a cat for a couple of months, but I was on the fence about it. I knew that Oliver would like a pet and Buttercup would LOVE a cat, and today Dennis managed to finally talk me into it. He said, "But they need a present for their half birthdays!" Oh, all right. :-) Besides, there are lots of animals out there who need good homes.

So we went to PetsMart and adopted a beautiful, 6 year old, female cat. We chose her because she not only allowed me to hold her, but she was also very tolerant of Oliver and Buttercup crowding and petting her. What a sweetie! Oliver came up with several names for her -- Jonathan, White Cat, Doggie Dog, Kitty Kitty, Bob, Soft Cat, Furry Cat, and on the way home, he finally decided that he wanted to name her Wendy (as in Wendy, Bob the Builder's supervisor). So, Wendy it is.

When we got home, Wendy was a little nervous and immediately ran under the side table in the living room. Buttercup tried and tried (in vain) to cajole her out by hollering, "MEOW! MEOW!!!!!!!!!!" in increasing decibels.
















Dennis and I were expecting Wendy to spend the first couple of days under the couch, but about an hour later, she came out and started wandering around! Buttercup finally got to pet her and love on her (with some assistance from Daddy).
















Wendy made herself comfortable on the recliner while we ate lunch, then Oliver talked to her while I cleaned up and put Buttercup down for a nap.





























Welcome to our home, sweet Wendy! We hope you'll be very comfortable here. :-)