Ember

I answered an add on Kijiji not too long ago, that went something like this...'Free kittens." Then on my way home last Thursday, all geared up for a super long weekend, I made a super long detour and paid a visit to the owner of these two beauties. And tell me, if you were me, would you have left without one of these tucked under your arm? ......Well?....What's that?....No? I thought so. Neither did I. The little one on the left. That's the one I picked. Only because she's a girl and the Artist is sexist when it comes to pets. He prefers females. He thinks they'll be more loyal or something. It doesn't really matter, because she is a sweetheart. 

After much deliberation and consternation from the twins because we were reaching the 48 hour naming window (which up until then I never knew existed) we finally decided on a name. We tossed around Nutmeg (Meggie) which was the only orange-ish name I would consider and Tiger Lily, after all of the orange day lilies at the farmhouse, but we couldn't reach a four person consensus on either one of those so we went with a last minute entry in the suggestion box. Ember. Glowing Ember but we stick with Ember. Ember November. Ember September. Ember December. Aunty Em-ber. As you can see names really don't have a whole lot of standing around the old farmhouse.

And I'm certain, I had completely forgotten what it was like to have a kitten in the house. 

They're cute, that's obvious, and they're oh so small! At one point, during our first twenty four hours together, I held her up in front of the Artist and exclaimed, "Honey, I shrunk the cat!"  I'm slowly getting over her petite-ness and in the process I have discovered that Whiskers might perhaps be a little on the, shall we say, husky side? I think it may have happened a while ago, maybe while I was paddling along da'Nile River.

  They have more mischievousness in one tiny paw than two glimmer twins put together. 

Trust me on this one, that's a lot.

And they're amused by the most simplest of things. Cat toys are the easiest thing to devise...take a receipt, crumple it, and voila, you have hours and hours of entertainment,

followed by hours and hours of cat-napping.

And this little girl is so intrigued by everything we do. And I do mean everything. She sits and watches, seemingly absorbing every single detail. I fully expect you'll be reading her own blog posts this time next month. If I start talking about mice and the best kitty kibble on the market, it might not be me. Please send help.

She took to the camera like a goose protecting it's nest. (You can trust me on that one too.) She's all over it and boy can she work it. Her mission at the old farmhouse, should she accept it, is to be our protector of the peeps; to keep varmints at bay and ensure the coop is a safe and happy place. A coop keeper!

It looks promising, don't you think?

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