In May, we adopted our cat, Lucky, from the Humane Society. She is pretty much the best cat ever and tolerates the boys. Brody will practically tackle her thinking he's giving her a hug. And petting her is usually patting her. Hunter on the other hand will find a string of any sort and try to lasso her or make her a leash. He tells me that she really wants to go for a walk. For some reason, I have a hunch that she doesn't really want to.
The other day, Hunter was in the bathroom playing with water. He loves the sink...I will make another post about that :). I went to check on him to make sure that the bathroom wasn't getting flooded (Hunter's dream-more on that in another post). Fortunately it wasn't, but I did hear a faint meow come from somewhere. Immediately I questioned Hunter where Lucky was. He had the look of guilt written all over his face. Oh no, I thought. He proceeded to tell me that he made Lucky a new home and she really liked it. This is not the first time he has made Lucky a home. He will put a rug over a stool in hopes that she'll like it. He has written her name on cardboard boxes in hopes that she'll like it. But this time, I think he found one that she actually will like!
He then opened the closet and to my surprise I found Lucky curled up on a blanket purring away. She actually did like it. She found a nice soft spot where the boys wouldn't get her. However, I had to tell Hunter that even though it is a nice and comfy spot, she couldn't stay there. Disappointment was written across his face. But, I then explained that she didn't have her food or water or litter box. He was ok with that.
Lucky is not a fan of pictures.
Proud of his new home for Lucky. But with a slight look of I probably shouldn't have done this without asking my mom.
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