So we got a cat. After a lot of wishes for a puppy, we decided a kitten was a more practical option for us at this point (not without a little begging on my part). Her name is Paisley and she is the loudest cat you will ever meet. She meows all the time: to say hello, to ask for attention, to tell you she's mad/sad/hungry/indifferent, and just to hear herself talk. For the first two nights we had her, she kept us (me) up all night trying to pacify our recently mother-deprived little darling. After those two nights with two hours of sleep, I became resolved and we put her in "her room" (the laundry room) right after feeding and playtime at night with the sound machine turned up loud in the kitchen to drown out her cries. She's become quite a bit better and we're hoping after a couple of weeks she'll be able to "manage her freedom" during sleeping hours. Paisley is quite the prowler and stalks anything that moves or blows in the wind. (Toe biting is a habit we'd like to break). She's endearing, though, in her playfulness and her wonder at the world is too hilarious to watch. Being our "first child" she is quite spoiled with attention and affection. Lately the entertainment has been to watch her chase her tail and her shadow then climb upside down on our nightstand, as seen in the first picture. I'm sure there are many escapades to come with our family addition. What a sweet, simple joy.
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