We accidentally got a cat the other day.
The kids are barley excited about him, he has barely become the best part of their day…
Ok, just kidding.
I will casually call him the best cat ever.
Which is both a blessing and a curse. You see, as all cats do, this one darted out the door the other day, running off to hide–craze in his eyes at the freedom. We love this cat so darn much, that we made signs, strapped kids in carseats, windows down, voices calling out his name, making circles and looking for him. We prayed (I mean really, who prays for a cat…) which led us to walk through an abandoned house, and FIND HIM! Our love her this cat makes us do strange things.
Our love for this cat–double edged sword.
He lets the boys scoop him up in their clumsy arms, and carry him around the house while speaking loud baby-talk to him, “Ooooooo, be-be kitteeee…. Esss ok, eees, ok.”
They will carry him into a room filled with people, back toes dragging on the floor, and much to everyone’s surprise, he doesn’t have a look of fear set to spring away, but of relaxation, content with the touch and love. It’s so weird. And we love it.
Notice below, the hold Finley has on him. You can’t hear it, but he is loudly playing with a car in the other hand, while little brother says, “I won hold him….” on repeat. All to which, he fell asleep in Finley’s arms.
When he is frisky, he will bat at their tiny, metal cars, which causes them so much delight, they almost die.
The other day, while Elijah’s infant Ed teacher was here, Лёша came in the room, and sat watching them. I left and returned 20 minutes later, and he was still there, watching Elijah with his teacher, facing them, on alert. His name means defender.
He is not spooked by loud noises or abrupt movements, meaning the boys are getting a lot of quality cat time, which in turn teaches them how to handle animals well. He has short, velvety fur, that the kids love to hug and pet.
Maria can cozy him up, place him in her flat stroller, where he will sleep. For a long time. Where he will allow each child to push him around the house.
But his favorite thing, is to find someone resting, so he can curl up with them, purr at a loud level, and sleep alongside.
(Is this normal?)
If you can’t pronounce his name, you can call him Leo for short, although the kids will correct you with his full name.
Perfect cat except one tiny thing. He farts. Like, for real.
“Did you need something?”
Have you ever had a cat like this? Either one who is so good with kids, or one so stinky?