our baby :)

Mark finally gave in and let me get a kitten! (mostly because he was annoyed with me bringing home strays and asking every day...and she was free!) We adopted her on April 26. She was super tiny when we got her, the runt of her litter. The people we got her from thought she was about 6 or 7 weeks old. They didn't know if she was a girl or a boy...I did my research, thank you google, and found out she was a girl. We wanted to name her something from the Giants but buster posey doesn't really fit for a girl. After a couple days of deliberating, we decided to name her Snookie!
She is so cute and makes us laugh every day. She's already gotten so much bigger, maybe because we didn't know how much to feed her and eventually saw the recommendations on the bag, lets just say we were feeding her about 4 times as much as we should.
It's like having a baby, she cries when we put her to bed (in our closet), she cries in the morning and wakes us up. But despite the early mornings, we love her and are so happy to have her in our little family (you can ask Mark how he really feels.) Mark is her favorite, even though he throws her off the bed. Her favorite spot to be is on his shoulder, especially when he's trying to do homework!
Here are some pictures of our baby Snooks!

Her favorite spot

Meet Snookie!

                                                              She loves her mom :)

I guess my arm is her teddy bear

Sophia came to play with us. She loves kittens

Snookie loves Sophia

Aunt Jana holding Snookie like a baby, haha

Mark loves to make her sit like this, she doesn't really like it though

So happy :)

Don't worry, she likes having her face smooshed in pictures, haha!

Our friends Adria and Brianne brought their kitten, Boss, over for a play date...Snookie beat him up! I think she is use to getting beat up by her brothers and sisters because she was the runt and finally she has someone smaller to pick on. Boss was a trouper and took it. Mark was proud of his little Snooks!

crazy cat lady

I'll admit it, I am a crazy cat lady. But I am not the typical old lady that collects hundreds of cats, I just want one kitten! Is that so much to ask?
I drive Mark crazy because I often bring in strays and bathe them...
A couple weeks ago the sweetest cat followed me into our apartment when I was bringing my laundry in. He was so cute and I was bored. I had a couple hours before I had to go to work. So I was playing with this cat and totally loving it, but he smelled horrendous. I knew that Mark would be mad if our apartment smelled so I decided to give this cat a bath. As I was washing him I sang "Smelly Cat," by Pheobe to keep him calm. He was so good in the bath, I only got one little tiny scratch! But then I tried drying him with my hair dryer and he wasn't ok with that. He was still wet by the time I had to go to work, so of course I couldn't put him back outside in the Rexburg winter, so I wrote Mark a note and told him he could let the cat out when he was dry.
Long story short, I don't think Mark had the hart to put him outside so we decided we would keep him for the night and then take him to the animal shelter the next morning.
That night was brutal! We put my laundry hamper in the living room for him to sleep in, he loved it! All was going well until about 4:00 am when he came to our bedroom door and started meowing. I thought if I ignored him he would go away...but he didn't. And Mark had to wake up in a couple hours to go to work. So I got up and took the cat outside to go to the bathroom, hoping that would do the trick. But it didn't. Eventually we let him in our room. He jumped up on our bed and slept right inbetween mine and Marks' heads!