and now I'm one of those people. *sigh* I will now think twice before thinking "who the heck gets rid of their 6 month old kitten???" Okay, ours are only 9 and 10 weeks, so not exactly the same thing. Still, we're going to find new homes for them. The decision was made at 5 am this morning. The hubby has had a bit of difficulty for the past 4 or 5 days...last night he finally admitted, no, it's not outside allergies, it's the cats. This was AFTER he fell trying to get into bed. He'd been up all night, he feels like crap and now he feels like dirt on top of it. He even tried to tell me we could give it a few more days and see if his allergies got better. After seeing the shape he was in the morning? I made the hard decision for him.
We've only had Bob and Fred for 2 weeks, but we love them to death. The hubby is right at the top of that list too! It kills me (and him) that because of his allergies we can't have cats. It took 2 weeks (or more accurately 1 week, then another week of him trying to tough it out) to admit it, but it's just not working. Luckily they are still kittens. They are still cute and cuddly. I made a phone call to my dad's girlfriend at 5 am this morning (she was already up, I texted first!) and she definitely wants to take both kittens. Then I emailed my dad (he's at work today) and haven't heard back yet. His girlfriend said she'd call me after she talked to him to let me know. I'm crossing my fingers. This would be ideal because Scotty could still see them. It's going to kill him when they leave, Scott and I feel like the worlds worst parents. This is one of the reasons he toughed it out, he didn't want to break Scotty's heart.
We haven't told Scotty yet...we're trying to figure out where they'll end up. Hopefully with my dad...he's a softie, so I'll be surprised if he doesn't take them. If not, we have a few other relatives that might take them. I started preparing Scotty this morning, telling him how his dad was feeling really icky because of his cat allergies and all that. He's a smart kid, I think he knows where it's going because he changed the subject really fast. I then told him maybe someday we could have a dog again. It's been 2 yrs since we lost Tex, I think we may be ready 
He seemed to think it was a good idea after I reminded him how Tex used to chase the ball when he threw it, would sleep in his room and liked to play on the beach at the cabin.
I'm so stressed about this...I was tempted to just pack the kittens up while he was gone with Grandpa P and drive them out to my dad's. I can't do it though. My mom did that with one of our dogs while I was in school, but not to a new home, to the vet to be put down. I'm still a little scarred from that. I'm going to make sure Scotty has a chance to say goodbye to them, and he will hopefully be able to visit them. I'm going to miss the little guys like crazy myself. In the end though, I think it's for the best. My husband grew up with cats because his parents wouldn't make this call. To me? His health is more important than us having a cat in our home. I'll make that call, since he was obviously going to keep suffering. It's not right. I love the kittens, but I love my hubby more and I hate to see him feeling bad!
the 3 (almost 4!) year old is NOT allowed to walk and carry the kittens. Why? Because he fell on one. *sigh* Poor Fred, he didn't see it coming. Scotty was carrying Fred into our room and slipped and landed right on the poor kitty. This happened on Tuesday night. You know, after all the normal vets have closed. So we rushed him into the animal hospital because he was limping and crying constantly. After hearing "I think it's a sprain but I want to do an x-ray to be sure" and seeing the $400 estimate? I said no, let's leave it for now and I'll have his vet check it out when we take him in Thurs/Fri. After that I was pretty much rushed out of the office, maybe due to the fact that they were only getting $125 out of me instead of $400? They didn't even splint the poor things paw. Anyway, lesson learned. Scotty + carrying a cat = expensive and painful. After a few nights of listening to poor Fred cry because he's confined to his carrier, he's finally out and playing and starting to put weight on his paw. Yay! Thank goodness we didn't get the expensive x-ray...
Making Sugar Crystals with dad! Despite the facial expression here, he had a blast. This is his new thing when you tell him to sit still and smile. Nice, right?
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Here are the promised pictures...the weather was beautiful! I got a lot more than I'm sharing, but I doubt you want to see 400 pictures
Meet Bob and Fred. Aren't they the cutest? Fred was named by Scotty, Bob was named by me. Get it? Bob cat. I thought it was hilarious.
*Fred (left) and Bob (right)
Okay, why did we get a kitten (or two) you may be asking? Especially if you know me in real life and know that I'm allergic to cats (hay fever like symptoms) and Scott is too (horrible asthma). Well, it's a long story. About 10 years ago I got a cat. I was 17 and the clerk at the pet store couldn't do simple math when I BS'd her and claimed that Yes, I was 18. Yay, I got a cat! I hid Wesley from my dad for a few weeks...then he found him. He threatened to get rid of him FOR me if I didn't do it. It was the first time I defied my dad (not counting when I was little). I didn't listen to him and after a few weeks he gave up. Wes had won dad over After I got Wes fixed, he decided I was evil. Understandably so. When I moved in with Scott, I left Wes with dad since they had bonded. Unfortunately a year and a half ago Wes went missing. Dad's pretty sure coyotes got him, I like to think he's been adopted by a grandma and is fat and happy. Either way, he's gone. Dad is finally ready for a cat. So what does he do? He tells me to find him a cat. Since it's a kitten, I'm game. He wanted a male Tigger cat with no white markings. My very first cat was Tigger, he lived to 15 or 16. He was the best
Anyway, fast forward to Friday. I finally found a male Tigger cat on Craigslist. She agreed to meet me, I called dad and he told me get one. That way if he liked it, he could go get his own, and I could keep the one we had if it didn't bother our allergies. Well, I couldn't do it. I got two. She had a lot of interest in them and I hadn't seen many Tigger cats, so I got two since they were only $10. We've fallen in love with them. Scotty LOVES the kittens. We've bonded. Dad likes his, even though they are medium hair and not short hair. We now have to decide if we're keeping Bob or Fred. At first we thought Bob because he was more alert and playful. Unfortunately, he hides from Scotty. Fred is a lot more affectionate, so we've finally made the decision we are keeping Fred. Exciting!
Meet Fred...the most tolerant and easy going cat I've met since MY Tigger cat that we got when I was Scotty's age! (And if we ever get another cat and it's a girl? We're totally naming her Ginger!)
It was amazing! Absolutely wonderfully amazing! We saw seals/sea lions. I don't know which, the hubby thought sea lions, brother in law thought seals. I don't care, I just know we saw some sea creatures and it was fantastic.
The drive over was easy...Scotty was great and had a blast on ferry. Once at the cabin and unpacked we headed right down to the beach. We played on our beach for quite a while. We spent at least an hour each morning after breakfast at our beach, then we'd do whatever the rest of the day. We explored some of the other beaches on the island, played up at the cabin, went into town. Every night we'd go back down to our beach though. We packed our bag of snacks, grabbed the cameras (and binoculars!) and headed down to watch for seals. Every night they came out around 8 and we'd stay down until 9 watching them. It was the first time I'd ever seen them and it was so neat!
I actually noticed them the first time when we went down so Scotty could "swim" before bed. Scared the crap out of me! We had the poor kid stripped down to his skivvies and ready to climb in the water and I just about fell over when I looked up and saw a seal! I made him wait until I got the hubby on the phone to see if I should let him swim. I'm a bit overprotective The seal was pretty far out and not at all interested, so we let him swim. By swim, I mean he stood in the water for two seconds and then wanted out to stand and throw rocks in. He had fun!
Not much else happened this trip. My dad and his girlfriend didn't make it up. It was a very nice and quiet trip...I can't wait to go back I'm really hoping things work out for us financially to where we could actually move there full time! I think it would be amazing. The hubby agrees. It's such a small community (pop. 2200 or so) and so friendly. Very slow pace and easy going, I love it!
*Picture post to follow...TONS of pictures, I need to sort through them all!
Normally? I start packing a week in advance for our cabin trips. This time? Not so much. I have Scotty's clothes packed and that's it. I DID remember to fill the gas tank. I don't even know A)what ferry we are taking, B)what food we're taking, C)if we even HAVE all the food we'll need. I'd say I'm improving on "going with the flow". We were supposed to leave today, but I pushed it back a day due to the weather report. Tomorrow we leave no matter what. And I'm going to pretend I'm leaving the house clean...even though it's a huge mess. Either way, we leave tomorrow for a week at the cabin! Wish me luck...this is my first solo trip with Scotty since he was under a year old!
Where'd Scotty go?
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I went in to check on Scotty and saw THIS:
I panicked and ran into the office to see if he was with his dad. Nope. Back to the bedroom...pulled back the covers to double check and there he is! Dead to the world.
