On January 2nd, the girls and I invited a new family member into the home.
Caitlin is an 8 lbs brown tabby who likes to talk, play with her many, many toys, and is quickly perfecting the skill of darting between your feet as you walk anywhere near her food or her bowls.
She enjoys climbing into the linen closet and cabinet and pulling down as much as possible to insert herself into the smallest space available. She also likes running through the house with one of the children's slippers in her mouth, while meowing at the top of her voice.
She enjoys quiet nights, sitting on the couch being petted. She purrs like a machine. Her favorite spot to sleep is on my bed, but if either of the girls gets up in the night and sleeps in my room, she toddles off to sleep with the one who was left behind.
She's been in every nook and cranny in the house (except the attic) and is now actively listening to the mice, scheming about how to capture them.
Now, if I could just get her to stop drinking out of the fish bowl, she could get on with her obvious designs for World Domination.