Today is my ninth wedding anniversary. I would like to say, congratulations to me for getting such a wonderful man to put up with me for so very long. Yay me!
For my first anniversary, my husband gave me a kitten and named him “Paper” – because according to the old gift-giving tradition, your first anniversary is your “paper” anniversary. He was the cutest little furball ever. Now he’s a GIANT fat, lazy, grumpy cat, but I still love him!
When Paper was a few months old, I decided he needed a playmate, and so we got another kitten. We named him Jack, until we found out he was a she, and then we named her Molly. She was very sweet and very snuggly.
(Paper and Molly breaking in the new glider rocker my mom bought us when I was pregnant with Joshua)
We all lived happily together for several years, until I had the audacity to have a baby. Then, I all of a sudden didn’t love the cats nearly as much as I used to. They just weren’t nearly as cool as my kid!
(Molly competing for space with a newborn Joshua)
A couple of years later, after I had Sophie, I could hardly put up with Molly any more. She, like every other member of our household, wanted to be ON me all. the. time. And she meoooowwwed all the time when she couldn’t be on me! I just couldn’t take it anymore, so we found her a good home with my friend Megan & her family. Where, I am surprised to say, she actually lasted 14 months!
Until last night, my anniversary-eve, when she finally overstayed her welcome at Megan’s and came back home to live with us. Rumor has it she was urinating on Megan’s laundry, but I am sure they are just making that up. My sweet little Molly? NEVER!
So, it’s happy cataversary again! Everyone’s still settling in, so I’m not quite sure how this will pan out, but I am sure it will be fine, and Joshua, whose love for Molly NEVER wavered, is THRILLED to have her home.
But if girlfriend starts peeing on my clothes, she’s going to find herself in a new OUTDOOR home very soon!
