32 weeks and My Little Gray Kitty

Here's the bump at 32 weeks.  I'm thinking "bump" doesn't describe it so well anymore...

And this is the newest member of our family.  My husband brought home this sweet little gray kitty on Sunday.  And before you condemn him for being insane...read on.  You would have done the very same thing!

To give some background...we recently relocated my beloved dog to live with Scott's parents.  The sweet pup is a little too neurotic (the best way to describe her) and needy for two people that work full time and are preparing for a brand new baby.  Plus the darn dog barks at anything under the age of 4.  Luckily, she's a whole different dog up at "the farm" and is not only more happy and relaxed, but she's loved as a part of the family.  The other dogs include her in the pack, the kitten shares a bed with her, and my in-laws treat her like a little doggie princess.

The only problem with the dog moving was that our cat, Gideon, became lonely.  He was getting a little grouchy.  Scott and I had discussed getting another cat so that the pair of them would be more self sufficient when the baby comes and takes up all our attention.  But we would always conclude that, no, it was probably better to stick with one pet.  Until...

On Sunday Scott went out to "pick up a pizza."  As the story goes, he swung by the pet store to look into a new cat litter we've been considering.  While in the pet store, he noticed a small gray cat all by herself in the cat cage.  The poor thing was less than a year old and had already mothered a batch of kittens.  All her kittens had been sold, she was lonely, and the pet store worker explained that people don't ever buy cats from the pet store because they want kittens.  She opened the cage to pull out the cat, but the little kitty ran away from her, over to the far corner of the cage.  Scott at this point walked over to that side of the cage, and the kitty reached her arm out through the bars to grab him by the pant leg.  When he knelt down and opened that side of the cage, she went right to him.  *Imagine Scott's wide-eyed explanation..."I just COULDN'T leave her there."*

So we are now the proud owners of a tiny, skinny, and otherwise healthy pretty little gray kitty.  She is already super comfortable with us, is super playful, chatty, and purrs all the time.  In short, I love her.  Officially, her name is Lydia Fancy.  But so far we call her Little Gray Kitty.

Don't worry, Gid, you'll always be my kitten-child.  Even if you're too huge to hold in my arms with this belly of mine...