This post is to prove that we are NOT all talk and no bite.
Because let’s face it, folks. We do talk about a lot of things that we never actually do.
Like getting a cat.
We’ve been talking about this one for years…yup, ever since we moved from our first little apartment to our first real house almost exactly two years ago (next month). Buuuuut for one reason (traveling a lot) or another (traveling a lotter), that cat just never materialized.
…until September 9, 2011.
Folks, meet Willow.
Oh, wait. Wrong one. Let’s try this again:
Folks, meet my Willow:
We had a really hard time naming her (at least, we think it’s a ‘her’). She came with the name Clark (the explorer, i.e. Lewis and Clark), which we liked, but not for a girl. We tried and tossed Sacagawea, Engine, Layne, and I can’t remember what else. Then we hit on the name Willow–like a Pussy Willow (soft, grey, punny).
(For those of you who’ve never seen a Pussy Willow here’s an example ((from Pinterest))…)
Willow is about 10 weeks old as of this writing. She lives in our garage almost full time, with brief stints into the house to play with her favorite thing of all time: a ball of yarn. She is an implacable purrer and she litter box trained herself without any help from her friends (us). Go, Willow! When we have kids, can you teach them that trick?!
She is very frisky, especially when dealing with anything that moves (with the exception of spiders ((awww, she takes after me!))). Oh, and she thinks she is super, super sneaky, too. I humor her as much as I can, since she returns the favor by keeping Pop and me company while Tim business-trips.
I love that she can spend hours playing with almost anything: balled up newspaper, pens, yarn, bicycle spokes, paper bag handles, and people. Her favorite place to spend extended periods of time is a big pile of porch swing cushions. Her second favorite perch is the garage windowsill.
So that’s how we came to cross CAT off of our bucket list. Next in line: CHICKEN, followed by DOG, MILK GOAT, and ELEPHANT (still talking Tim into that one).