claiming our daze and our days on the prairie
well, we took the kitties to the vet for their first shots. hence, they cuddled…feeling too crummy, we guessed, for the usual senaking, hissing, swatting routines.
while we were at the vet, i was in the waiting room with eliza. suddenly the big kids came pushing out the door wide-eyed and thrilled to announce, it’s a boy! it felt like a funky flash-back to the 50s. what? a boy? who? lucy? polly? yup, polly. polly is a boy. so, meet polly turned ollie:
he’s such a sweet boy, too. we have some decisions to make in the next few months, but for now we’ll just help this little 1.8 pounder grow…some of you know this well.