After an entirely too busy summer, things are settling down a bit so I’m just really busy instead of so-busy-that-I-don’t-actually-have-any-time-to-do-anything-but-work busy. One of the big changes in the life of the Charman-Anderson household is that we’re the proud parents of two kittens, who as of today are four months old.
Friends of our ours were adopted by a cat. Sookie was a bit on the big side, and when they took her to the vet for a check up, he offered his congratulations. They were going to be kittie parents. We waited for months as we got updates on Sookie’s pregnancy progress, and we knew it was meant to be when eight kittens were born on my birthday.
We originally were only going to adopt one, and Suw wanted a girl. We brought Grabbity home when she was just 10 weeks old. She was an achingly cute little ball of fluff. Grabbity is a portmanteau of grab and gravtiy. Even before we brought her home, if things fell, we would say: Grabbity did it!
Shortly after we brought Grabbity home, one of other people who were going to adopt had second thoughts. The kitten had a slight heart murmur, and the prospective kittie parent was worried about what that meant for the future. We stepped in and said that we’d take another. We had been thinking about it for a while anyway because we thought Grabbity would enjoy the company. Two weeks after we brought Grabbity home, we brought her brother, Sir Izacat Mewton, home. We named him Sir Izacat Mewton because as everyone knows Mewton discovered Grabbity.
They are, of course, getting into all kinds of mischief. They have discovered drawers now.