Although I am not a mother, I do have new additions to the family this week. I knew what was about to happen when the husband came back from the neighbors house saying "You know how you've been talking about getting a kitten?" He already had a name, Midnight.
The next day we went to the neighbors and the husband picked up his black kitten. He thought it would be good for me to get a kitten too. I was leery of picking a kitten since the last one I picked out died before he was 4 years old. The husband picked up Midnight's striped sister. She still doesn't have a name. I tend not to rush the naming process.
So our life is now filled with crying kittens when they are hungry, watching where we step and unhappy older cats. The kittens soon progressed from being in a box, to the bedroom, to all over the house. They are fascinated by the dogs and Midnight has no fear. The husband is totally wrapped around the kitten's paws. It is adorable.
We have big cups that I found for the husband. He thinks the world is made for small people and nothing comes in his size. I had to get him the big cups. He mainly eats cereal out of them. In the winter he has giant sized hot chocolate.
So of course I had to put the kittens in the cups for photos.
Brother and sister
She is getting bored
Now Midnight is bored
A cup of midnight joe