Show and Tell!

Fridays in elementary school were exciting times, boy howdy, and not just for the upcoming weekends that promised unending Barbie playing sessions, but Friday meant that show-and-tell was here. And guess who was front and center every time? Yes, the attention whore in me just couldn't let even one slide by. Even if I'd forgotten to bring something in and all I could find in my backpack was a stale, half-eaten fruit roll-up, I always found some way to tell a story about that chewy little nugget in my hand. After all, I couldn't disappoint my audience.

Well, I guess some things never change. I just couldn't resist jumping head first into another show-and-tell, this time seen at Mel's fine blog.

So ladies and gents (if there are any out there), I present my show-and-tell for today. It is about my first baby, Willow.

Ok. I'll admit. She's a little furry for a baby, and perhaps has a few more whiskers than a baby, but for a couple who didn't have one of their own, we treated her like a human baby from day one.

We marveled over the 'seam' in her fur (as seen at the left).


And despite the little ball of fire running up and down furniture at Superman speed during her waking hours, we delighted at how peaceful she could be when at rest.

And we were exited to learn that she shared our political affiliations (there she is at right tearing up a Bush cat nip).

We melted when she formed a sweet bond with our male cat and took her naps resting beside him.













This is now why we now own the most spoiled cat in the universe. The Queen of her domain.

But Willow was once dethroned.

A few years after we got Willow, we decided to get a puppy, who we named Chloe (short for Clomid). This was not long after we began our trek into IF treatment, and yeah. After giving more contemplation to the name we had given the new puppy, we knew we were getting her for the wrong reason. So, 48 hours later, she headed back to the farm she came from.

And Willow breathed a sigh of relief.

If I ever have a girl, I know exactly how Mr. Shelby will be, because I see how he is with Willow. This cat can do no wrong.

We're in a lot of trouble.