And yes, that is singular on purpose
The redeeming quality that these cats have is that they really help with my cool aunt status. The boys LOVE them. It is hilarious and adorable.
Four year old nephew Cuckoo Head is staying here tonight. It is his first time spending the night but his big brother has been coming to my house since I lived in Seattle and usually gets shown an amazing time. I don’t really have hard plans for Cuckoo, we went to a super cool playground before coming to the house. When we got here this evening he was so excited to see the cats. Following them around (as they tried to walk away) telling them his name in a singsong voice. Asking over and over again who was who. Repeatedly checking on their whereabouts. He was so happy to give them their treats and took the advice that he should guard his pizza from them to heart. Informing me he knows pizza is not good for cats.
They’ve been attempting to make themselves scarce and he is being pretty good at respecting that.
M worries that they’ll gauge his eyes out and he’ll spend the remainder of our lives together being blamed for our blind nephew. I’m sure he’d be feeling more reserved about encouraging (really facilitating) their interaction but I’m willing to risk permanently maiming my loved one because a) the odds are very low b) he loves it SO MUCH (and c) the biggest reason is that I am supervising and he is being gentle and calm).
Their dad is deathly allergic to cats so I know it will remain a new and crazy experience for awhile and I plan to savor it.
In all other areas…let’s just say the cats have made me see where the wicked stepmother character comes from/