Oh, sweet love, our kitten arrived! If you’ve been reading my blog, you knew this was coming.  If not, this post will explain why. How to overrule mommy and get a pet.

My oldest son named him Explorer, I know, it’s different, and a mouthful for a name. I call him Mr. X instead.

He’s turned me into the overprotective cat lady. I don’t know how it happened. I’ve never been much of an animal person, but this little ginger monster has me eating out of his paws. It must be the big green eyes that greet me every morning from the other side of the sliding-glass door. It doesn’t matter how early I pull the curtain back he’s there with a meow and a soulful stare. I’m so glad my husband’s grandmother forced us to take one of the farm kittens home. My children are very happy too, constantly mauling Mr. X as often as possible throughout the day. Poor kitty, nothing like being overly loved.

Mr. X