So, I was going to write a boring post about how much I got done this weekend, how I spent a ton of money at Pea in the Pod (cute baby shower dress, comfy pj's, nursing bras!), and how cool is it that my belly has started to do that pregnant-lady wiggle where you can see the baby moving under the skin...BUT. Then, something happened.
Are you prepared??
Can you believe how cute this is?
Don't mind the double chin (it's a bad selfie-angle, ok?), but instead focus on belly, boobs and kitten all in one shot. Wow.
So yeah. That happened. Those of you who have been reading awhile may remember the story of how we lost Indy, our most amazing cat in the world. I had been pushing to get a kitten to help us move on, but B just wasn't ready. Yesterday, at Monte's chemo treatment appt, the vet tech (who knew we were considering a kitten), brought in this guy to "meet us." We were goners as soon as we saw him. Apparently he is 4 weeks old and was separated from his Mommy when he was found in the axle of some lady's car. She had driven all the way to the store before she noticed him crying. He was okay, just covered in axel grease.
He's stolen our hearts completely. We are having a harder time naming him than we did naming our baby, but so far we think we've settled on Huckleberry (an homage to our Montana roots), with "Bear" as a nickname, because he looks just like a baby black bear cub.
Feel free to ooooohhh and ahhhh in excitement.