On Wednesday night there was a knock at the door. The Pickle-man and his Dad stopped by the house with a present. Now Chewie and Nappy have been friends with Dylan the Pickle-Man since elementary school and it seems since high school began we just don't see enough of Dylan. But I digress.

Long story short: Dylan and his Dad brought over this:

Dylan and his Dad said they would keep the kitty but they are allergic. Come to find out just now: so am I. I think I just need to get used to her. And buy more allergy eyedrops.

So Butter has been talking about getting a kitty and voila a kitty is literally delivered to our doorstep. Isn't she just the sweetest little thing?


I love those little stripes on her arms and she also has them on her legs. Did I mention how sweet she is?


She is just so tiny right now and is just a hair bigger than the palm of my hand. But look at those beautiful blue eyes!

Yeah, I think she will fit in just fine around here. She has already stolen Tobey's heart and he was generous enough to agree that we could keep her if: this was my (late) anniversary and Christmas present, he didn't have to put up the outside Christmas lights this year and we would skip the Clay Walker concert in March.

I agreed. I think it was a fair trade.

~ame