Although there is not much new around here, I’ve been itching to write something this entire week. I said at the beginning of the year that I was going to take a more spontaneous approach to the blog and it seems like the desire comes in 2-week spurts.
One small, but exciting bit of news: we got kittens! We’d been talking about doing this for maybe a year now. When N opened up the barn this spring to find a toss bean bag broken open with its contents strewn everywhere (dried corn), he soon discovered that mice had gotten in. With the barn being right next to the field, it only makes sense that it would be a harbor for them. He set traps but that’s when we started to have the serious talk about whether we should add some kitties on land patrol, if you will.
Plus, what is a farm without farm cats? 🙂
We didn’t pursue the thought too much, as it doesn’t seem like kittens are too hard to come by, especially out here in the country. We just figured when the time was right, the right ones would come along. Sure enough, we saw a few signs in yards that said, “free kittens” and one of them worked out.
These two kitties are sisters and were abandoned by their mom at three weeks (mom and dad both were strays, mom stumbled into a neighbor’s garage to have her kittens…can you imagine???). There were three girls, the third one was placed by a friend. With these being barn kittens, we thought two would be a good number because they can watch out for each other and keep each other company.
So far, this theory has proven true. They sleep, eat, and play together. It is adorable.
Just like two human sisters I know…
And have they ever been a source of entertainment for us! Of course, MG is obsessed with babies, so she babies these kittens and they are too little to say otherwise. She carries them in baskets and in their arms. N and I always sneak out to the barn after the girls are in bed to get some uninterrupted kitty time. This has been a stressful week for both of us, but there is something about petting (two) kittens that evaporates your stress level.
The black one is my favorite, she is quick to purr and more playful than her dainty sister. Her hair is black but long and tipped with gray/white. She has a small diamond of white under her neck. I’ve always loved long-haired cats so I can’t help but fawn over her looks.
The grey tabby is cautious and timid. She does not love easily but tolerates being held for a lot longer (she will nap in MG’s arms as she is transported on many adventures). The black one is always the aggressor in play but the tabby is the stronger eater of the two. All this strikes me as ironic because she is the runt.
We didn’t bring the kittens home the same day we looked at them. We waited 24 hours to talk through all the details and buy supplies. In that time, we also started brainstorming names. We liked literary names, famous sister names, names that connected us to our past or present. MG liked princess names.
N said that MG would get to choose one and name it and since Bea was too young to name the other one that I could. Fair enough. He did use it as a learning opportunity for MG, saying, “names are very important. We spent a long time thinking about your name and your sister’s name, because it is something that sticks with you your entire life.” He told her she had to think about it and not tell us the name she chose for 24 hours. When we picked the kittens up, she could then bestow it.
She instantly agreed to these terms and said she already had a name picked out. It was the same name she had liked since yesterday, she said. I, of course, assumed this meant “Snow White Rapunzel” or “atticus the girl” as she had been throwing out these suggestions all day. But something in her confidence made me think she was hiding something a bit more clever.
Sure enough, she chose Teacup, which was a huge surprise to us because we’d never heard her say this previously. Apparently “Teacup” is a “disney palace pet” that belongs to Princess Belle. So it has the Disney connection but thankfully not an unbecoming princess name. I do think it’s an unintentional but very fitting choice for such a small, dainty little thing. You did good, MG.
Since we weren’t going to have a pair of say, “Scout and Boo”, “Charlotte and Fern”, or “Delta and Dixis” the naming options for the black one were blown wide open again. I narrowed it down to a few choices, “Minnie the Mouse catcher” (I liked it because it fit our disney year), “Little Black Olive”, and “Junebug” (we picked them up on the first day of June). But after hearing Bea say, “Bird-EE”, I was sold. And that’s how Blackbird AKA Biridie and Teacup came to be.
As I mentioned earlier, this has been a stressful set of weeks for us. N is wrapping up his school year and his summer break officially started yesterday. It was a sprint to the end, especially combined with doctoral summer classes which are on more of a condensed schedule over the summer.
I introduced a new product to SMM which meant a lot of time spent perfecting the pattern, photographing, and writing listings for it. It was a successful launch so now I have to fulfill these orders and if that goes well, then I will probably offer it again in some new fabric choices. I’ve already been scoping some out (fabric shopping is an addiction), but I also need to figure out what to do with the ever-growing mound of scrap fabric I have. I have soooo many ideas of things I want to make for the girls, my shop, the house, myself. This summer will afford me the time to pursue some of those ideas but I also don’t want to walk away from the summer feeling like I spent the whole thing working.
Summer is typically a little slice of relief for our family. We soak up time together and N gets to join us on our day-to-day life. There’s always a few hiccups as we adjust to each other’s rhythms but by the end of the summer we are so enmeshed that it is painful for him to return to full-time work.
On his first day off yesterday, he gave me the day off to tie up the ends of my launch and took to the girls to story time after making waffles and before smoking some meat for dinner. We reconvened for dinner and ice cream and separately, but both around the same time, the girls took tumbles and needed some comforting. They both refused my arms and went straight to Daddy.
One day with Daddy…that’s all it took for me to be dethroned. One day.