March 26, 2019 § Leave a comment
Officially, it was Spring a week ago. Except there is no green grass, sprouting daffodils or budding tulips ’cause we’re still calf deep in frozen snow. The weather (*ahem) “professionals” have been telling us double digits for two weeks. The snow we got yesterday proves that the “science” of weather prediction has a long way to go.
However, what the season did bring us is this…
It’s been more than two years since we lost Darth and over four since Herc passed. Both of them were rescue cats, well into their third years when they came to us. While both lived well into their teens, they left behind their sisters Rosie and Sarah Jane, sixteen and seven respectfully. While I was okay with this new “all girl, half the fur and vet bills” arrangement, Hubby has wanted a male kitten for the better part of a year.
For the record, I had nothing to do with naming him. That’s totally on Daughter and Hubby. Dean is for the Supernatural t.v. show character and Mooncrow for a beloved (and looks “eerily similar” to) cat that Hubby had years ago.
Me, I just call him Lil’ Poop.