I seem to have come down with case of "Blogger's Block", there really isn't anything new going on other than continuing with my fitness goals and working on eating better. I don't want to go for very long without making a post, so now is as good a time as any to introduce my furry children. They are, after all, a big part of my life and I love them dearly. Besides, it seems I have a few folks on Facebook who would really like to hear more about them.
This here is Jenks Little-Shit Walker. He was named Jenks after the pixy in Kim Harrison's Rachel Morgen series (if you haven't read these, find them and read them, you won't regret it) he earned the middle name of Little-Shit after the many, many, MANY things he has done. To just name a few: we can't have straws outside a cabinet because he will take them all and spread them throughout the house, he opens drawers and pulls out clean clothes, if there is bread left on the kitchen counter he shreds it (to be fair the other two help him), every morning since we brought him into our little family he has hopped up on either mine or Bran's chest and poked us in the nose before yowling loudly to tell us he is hungry, we have to put any and all phone charger cords away and can't have them out while we are asleep or gone or he WILL eat them, and he is a thief. Baby toys, my stuffed animals, jewelry, socks, my glasses, my hairbrush....if it catches his interest it becomes his "precious". My special boy has also attempted to jump out second floor windows and gave me a heart attack the day I found him in our neighbor's yard befriending their huge mastiff. Every now and again he comes inside soaked in doggie slobber because he likes to tease her into chasing him. Still wondering why we call him Little-Shit?
Dren Baby-Boy Walker is my mama's boy. I have dozens of pictures of him curled up in bags, boxes, and tucked onto lower shelves. He loves his naps and has his favorite spots strategically placed all over the house that are conveniently located close to me or my husband. He is quiet and shy...until he wants something. He is a big kitty, but has a tiny kitten-like meow that makes people giggle when they first hear it. He is a little lover and adores small children and babies. I call him my "guard cat" because he has this habit of parking his furry butt in a place above or right next to sleeping kiddos and he watches over them. I once saw him pounce on an ant that got too close to a sleeping toddler, he ate it, scanned the area, then went right back to his guard position. (I'd post pictures of him attending "his" charges but the few I have I do not have permission from the parents to post online.) He also has one odd little habit that has both my husband and I shaking our heads at him often. He apparently enjoys running off with my bras and underwear....the ones I've worn. He raids the laundry basket and I am constantly finding myself searching under the bed and in the hallway for my favorite sports bra (seems it's Dren's favorite too) I remember one day where I greeted a parent at the door who was there to retrieve his munchkin, and down the stairs comes Dren, dragging one of my more...ehem "glittery" bras, which he happily deposited at the grinning father's feet.
The epitome of a "Daddy's Girl" I give you, Zoey Baby-Girl Walker! This picture was taken after I caught her wriggling around in one of my reusable shopping bags that was left in the computer room (she was not even supposed to be in that room) which is why she looks so guilty. That or she realized I knew she was the one who stole a friend's wedding band off the coffee table and had stashed it in her food dish. (She and Jenks like to hide things and then bring them to us later as "presents") This one here is a very pretty and sweet tortoiseshell cat who loves everyone and anyone who is willing to give her attention. She is also the most neurotic and phobia-ridden animal you will ever meet. She flees in terror from the following things: sudden loud noises, dogs of every size, her own shadow (not kidding, she goes wide eyed and jumps any time she sees it "chasing" her), brooms, squirrels, super bright colored objects, baby toys that "speak", some stuffed animals, the wind.....you get the idea. Also, she has a habit of wandering around the house crying loudly until one of us calls her, then she rushes into our arms as though she hadn't seen us in years. She ism however, the only one of my cats that has managed to catch, kill, and bring me a prized mouse. (Go figure, the one terrified of everything turns out to be a successful huntress) She is needy and sometimes overly affectionate. She absolutely MUST have lots of cuddle-time with her daddy or the world will implode. But she is our darling Baby-Girl and life would not be the same without her.
I honestly can not imagine life without these furry devils. Despite all the headaches and irritation they have caused over the years, I love them dearly. They have provided love, comfort, companionship, and lots and LOTS of laughter. Given how they are around the kiddos I've babysat since they were tiny kittens, I have a feeling they will happily accept the roles of siblings when Bran and I present them with a baby (human) brother or sister.