Well, that escalated fast!

 So, when I last posted about the two kitties at work, the story didn't end there. The big one, the one I called "Mama"- its not exactly a girl... While playing with them outside, another coworker came out. He turned to look at her, and I found myself saying "That is definitely a boy." So Mr. Jellybean found a tiny kitten, and started raising her. Hours passed and multiple people watched. No other cat came around. Jellybean stayed close to Ladybug and acted like a Mama. He cried if he thought someone got too close to her, made sure she ate, even if he didn't, and chased after anyone that started to carry her away, crying with every step. 

It is hard being this adorable. She crawled under her big brother's belly, rolled on her back, got stuck on her back like a turtle, then cried while Jellybean just deadpanned looked at me like, "This is what I have to deal with."

 Jellybean and Ladybug went home before my shift was even half over. They now live in my parents' barn. Jellybean has free range, after a couple of days in the crate so that the dogs could learn that they are family, not entertainment or something to herd (looking at you, Banjo). Ladybug is so tiny and does not understand the concept of fear, so she is (hopefully) confined to two rooms of the barn until she gets a little bigger. I say hopefully, because she is quite the adventurer!

 Ladybug demanded her freedom and reminded me that she had rights. Jellybean just chilled and came over for the chin scratches. 

I'll hold the leash- he won't get away from me!

Smokey was less than thrilled. I brought the baby in once since Mom had not yet gotten to hold her- I am told that Dad hogged her. Smokey had a panic attack- seriously, he had to go into another room and breath in a paper bag until I told him that was actually harmful, and not helpful, while hyperventilating. He hissed whenever he could smell them on us. I had to wear different clothes and take a wet wipe bath after holding them. Smokey would still suspiciously sniff me and either hiss or pull his ears back in betrayal. He seems to have finally adjusted to the smell of them now. 

Okay, I am ready for my breakfast now! (He snuck up there when my back was turned. That is my breakfast-eating spot. I think he thought he would get my food if he start there.)

Seriously, hurry up, it is too early to be up. I got up because I love you, I love cheese, and I love catnip treats. 

Okay, I'm ready to go shopping!

What do you mean I have to wear a mask in Hobby Lobby?!?

Aunt Kirstie spoils him:

On days when he wants it, he demands that either myself, or any other person present, puts his jingly patriotic jester's collar on. He bounces even more when he walks with it on, just to make his presence even more known. ;)

And this is me, waiting for it to be 8 o'clock in the morning, not 8 in the evening, so I can go home. 

 I hope you have a wonderful evening! 

 ~ Emmy