This is Smokey (surprised the name is not Princess? We were too...Tim had a gray cat named Smokey when he was little, so Syd loved that name right away). Sydney will be turning four on the 17th and this was her birthday present. Smokey lives on the patio and loves her climbing tower and array of toys Sydney picked out for her. She is so playful and spends hours chasing around a big marble or string. Tim agreed to get her (he has always said he HATES cats) based on the fact that she will be our rat exterminator when she is grown. He already has plans to train her with a life-like looking rat on the end of a stick.
Every once in a while we let her in the living room and watch her jump from expensive piece of furniture to Mason's toys. It is hilarious how much she likes all of Mason's stuff. Her favorite is his ball track and a scarf I let him play with.
(Yes, that is our stove top. It has not quite made it back into the kitchen since the hole. I am kinda enjoying the excuse not to cook!) As I type this Smokey is sitting on my lap purring. I just said the other day that I don't even care if Syd grows out of the "cat frenzy" because I am loving having Smokey. She spent hours next to me keeping all of my fabric warm while I quilted last week and played with all my fabric scraps. Uh oh, I am becoming an old cat lady!
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Are you kidding me?? I remember very well JUST being there and hearing Tim say "We will never get a cat." Ha ha! Isn't it funny how a little girl can get daddy to agree to just about anything? Smokey is super cute.
The thing that tipped me over is our roof rat problem. I'm already training her to be a rat killer. So that's my reason. I still hate cats. I'm scratching her neck and she's sitting on my lap while I type this.
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