Ah, another weekend and guess what - I did not rescue another kitten, phew! I am nearly getting used to the idea that we have a kitten and I have nearly struck some sort of rhythm to my days without going nuts from my self imposed anxiety stress.
Frodo is doing really well. He might just be on board one day within the year. I'd like to think so.
I've learned to have a kitten station, let's face it, it's my knitting station that supports kitten care. I try to hold her and play with her several times a day. In the evenings, my husband has her loose in a confined area of the living room for her play time while Frodo is upstairs with me in the bedroom. Everyone is settling into a routine.
My favorite thing so far is when she is on my lap purring and she stares deeply into my eyes. I'm guessing she is saying 'thank you'. I stare back and say 'you are one VERY lucky cat'. We agree.
Today, my friends came over for our Christmas exchange, lots of talking and eating and laughing. Who could ask for more?
I moved Holly into the front room on Friday, only to see her so very very sad about that (hiding behind her cardboard box) so I moved her back to the dining room. She also doesn't like a real cat bed. She wants that cardboard box with one towel, not two.
After only one week, we have two pets on the same loveseat. Who knows what will be in the future? I am going to pull this photo up every single time I fret. Positive reinforcement. Positive affirmations. My husband says I worry too much and you know what? He is right.
How was your weekend?