Anyone who knows me, knows how much I love my 'kids'. Pooka and Cro..i have been such a joy to have, I can't believe it's been six years they're a part of my family. Pooka is the macho-yet-mamma's-boy cat, and Cro..i is just a little-lump-of-love since day one. And then there's Lola...the 10-month pain-in-the-arse-puggle-pup who is so cute you just gotta love her. And they each have their own personalities which are so distinct...I could tell you endless stories until you beg me to stop.
And if you have been following my blog on blogger (which granted I hadn't updated in forever) or read some of my blogs here, you'll know that Pooka and Cro..i love to give the gifts of love that only devouted house kittens could give. You know it.....a mouse-gift. It seems like a lot of time has passed since a field mouse has unfortunatly found its way in to our home, but tonight Pooka and Cro..i showed they've still got what it takes. A lot of people also seem skeptical when we tell them how Pooka and Lola really are best friends. I mean, he lets her chew on his ears, and they play in the back yard together. Well, tonight he solidified it in an amazing act, and I wish I had a camera near by to capture it.
This morning Lola was a bit under the weather, having up-chucked some phlegm and having a case of the snizzles. We're blessed to have a dog with allergies....and Ida had kept a close eye on her during the day to make sure she (Lola) wasn't getting any sicker...which she wasn't. By the time I got home from work, Lola was a bundle of energy and her playful self. Per our nightly ritual...we were all hanging out in the family room watching Grey's Anatonmy, and Lola was curled at Ida's feet snoring not so softly...Pooka overhead dosing as well on the back of the couch. As we watched tv, Cro..i was making a commotion scratching Lola's wee papers (which were clean) and I kept telling her to knock it off. Ahhhhh, how my motherly instincts were not kicking in...but perhaps that had something to do with watching 'McDreamy' and 'McSteamy'.
Pooka eventually hopped off the back of the couch, and then there was no distracting noises of scuffles or papers or anything. Ida and Lola's snores filled the background instead. A little more time passes, and who come strolling around the side of the couch, looking like a little kid wanting to surprise a loved one but my boy Pooka. He looks at my mother, then glances at me with a look on his face like "ssshhhh, don't spoil my surprise." Then he proceeds to take a few steps past us, towards Lola...heading SPECIFICALLY towards Lola, with a clump of gray dust on his chin. I was laughing at his expression, and about to tell my mother to get the clump of dust off his mouth when I noticed that this clump of dust had little ears, and little legs, and a body and head. POOKA CAUGHT A MOUSE AN WAS BRINGING IT TO LOLA!!!
When he realized he was busted for being so darn cute...he high-tailed it back around the couch, and him and his sister began to play with the mouse. A mouse which was not dead! Well, call me cruel...but I wasn't coming between my little mc-kittens and their kill (not that I wanted them to kill the mouse either.) But they were only doing their job. IS this mouse still alive? I dunno, I've come upstairs to report to all of you how cute Pooka (and Cro..i.....and Lola) is. Because once mom and I were gushing over Pooka's gift for Lola, Lola woke up and was hanging over the back of the couch, wanting her gift.
But I also can't help but wonder, as Thanksgiving is almost upon us:
(A) Did Pooka and Cro..i intend to give Lola the mouse as a gift, to make her feel better after feeling icky this morning?
(B) Did Pooka intend to try and scare Lola with a mouse gift as little boys are known to do to little girls?
(C) Did Pooka and Cro..i intend for the mouse to be their Thanksgiving dinner, and was bringing it to us to prepare for them?
And if you have been following my blog on blogger (which granted I hadn't updated in forever) or read some of my blogs here, you'll know that Pooka and Cro..i love to give the gifts of love that only devouted house kittens could give. You know it.....a mouse-gift. It seems like a lot of time has passed since a field mouse has unfortunatly found its way in to our home, but tonight Pooka and Cro..i showed they've still got what it takes. A lot of people also seem skeptical when we tell them how Pooka and Lola really are best friends. I mean, he lets her chew on his ears, and they play in the back yard together. Well, tonight he solidified it in an amazing act, and I wish I had a camera near by to capture it.
This morning Lola was a bit under the weather, having up-chucked some phlegm and having a case of the snizzles. We're blessed to have a dog with allergies....and Ida had kept a close eye on her during the day to make sure she (Lola) wasn't getting any sicker...which she wasn't. By the time I got home from work, Lola was a bundle of energy and her playful self. Per our nightly ritual...we were all hanging out in the family room watching Grey's Anatonmy, and Lola was curled at Ida's feet snoring not so softly...Pooka overhead dosing as well on the back of the couch. As we watched tv, Cro..i was making a commotion scratching Lola's wee papers (which were clean) and I kept telling her to knock it off. Ahhhhh, how my motherly instincts were not kicking in...but perhaps that had something to do with watching 'McDreamy' and 'McSteamy'.
Pooka eventually hopped off the back of the couch, and then there was no distracting noises of scuffles or papers or anything. Ida and Lola's snores filled the background instead. A little more time passes, and who come strolling around the side of the couch, looking like a little kid wanting to surprise a loved one but my boy Pooka. He looks at my mother, then glances at me with a look on his face like "ssshhhh, don't spoil my surprise." Then he proceeds to take a few steps past us, towards Lola...heading SPECIFICALLY towards Lola, with a clump of gray dust on his chin. I was laughing at his expression, and about to tell my mother to get the clump of dust off his mouth when I noticed that this clump of dust had little ears, and little legs, and a body and head. POOKA CAUGHT A MOUSE AN WAS BRINGING IT TO LOLA!!!
When he realized he was busted for being so darn cute...he high-tailed it back around the couch, and him and his sister began to play with the mouse. A mouse which was not dead! Well, call me cruel...but I wasn't coming between my little mc-kittens and their kill (not that I wanted them to kill the mouse either.) But they were only doing their job. IS this mouse still alive? I dunno, I've come upstairs to report to all of you how cute Pooka (and Cro..i.....and Lola) is. Because once mom and I were gushing over Pooka's gift for Lola, Lola woke up and was hanging over the back of the couch, wanting her gift.
But I also can't help but wonder, as Thanksgiving is almost upon us:
(A) Did Pooka and Cro..i intend to give Lola the mouse as a gift, to make her feel better after feeling icky this morning?
(B) Did Pooka intend to try and scare Lola with a mouse gift as little boys are known to do to little girls?
(C) Did Pooka and Cro..i intend for the mouse to be their Thanksgiving dinner, and was bringing it to us to prepare for them?
Labels: Cro`i, Lola, mc-kittens, Pooka
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