Flower Power

It is time to blog about my other baby...she arrived just six short weeks before her little brother Maxwell and was thoroughly traumatized by her older brother Wesley within days. She started out a little ball of fluff...I seriously fell in love the first time she curled up on my pregnant tummy and purred with contentment. She is now a sleek (but petite, and really she is only 10 months old but I hope she stays on the small side) black cat. She reminds me of a panther because she loves to "stalk" her prey...usually Wesley or Me or Greg, she is usually nice to Max (but I am sure that will change as he becomes more mobile and starts chasing her along with his brother), probably because she wants to lick his head. Speaking of Wesley, he thinks that Flower is his personal play thing and tries to carry her everywhere. The catch? He has not quite mastered how to hold her and sometimes carries her by the neck...we are working on this and all the while Flower just looks at me with a look that can only mean - Make him STOP.

When Flower first arrived at our home she was so tiny that she could not jump up on the couch, so Greg or I would extend our legs and she would walk up them to the couch. This was the first night we had her and she must have gotten tired because half way up Greg's legs she just stopped and went to sleep.

Now she can jump up on anything she wants...or climb. A few weeks after we got her she began to climb the door jam in the garage, Greg went to see what she was up to one evening and found her hanging there face to face with Greg. We did have her declawed but that crazy cat is still finding ways to climb the doors...

She was just so tiny...who knew that this tiny ball of fluff would be as my friend Erin put it - full of piss and vinegar.

I have to remind her on occasion that she is not the queen around here...I am, she is merely a princess and if her attitude does not let up I will demote her.

Baby toys and cat toys...who knew that they would be interchangeable. By the way, Wesley does not like sharing his toys with Flower any more then he likes sharing with Max.

Flower thinks that my very nice Boppy is her cat bed. In fact if she is running around all riled up all you have to do is lay the Boppy out in the room and she will curl up and calm down.

She likes to burrow under the covers of my bed or Wesley's bed...whichever room is unoccupied. One afternoon I could not find her, she later emerged from under my covers...just inches from where I had laid down a sleeping Max an hour before. I literally just missed smooshing her.I like to call this picture how to amuse myself while the boys are napping or how to annoy Flower with the babies toys. She could not figure out how to get it off her neck - Greg did not think this was amusing but then he did not find it amusing when I put her in one of Wesley's toy boxes (Rubbermaid style boxes) and attached the lid...Wesley laughed but Greg did not.