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What Happens When You Wait to Long

So my hormones are definitely all fired up this month, the baby crazy is back with a vengeance. I figured since it had been a few months since I’d had a serious swing, I would buy something adorable and tiny and just get over myself.  Specifically, I wanted to buy one of these beautiful crochet dolls that I saw featured on Diary of a Mod Housewife. Apparently her little girl loves them.

The dolls were available online from Ooshki, or at least they used to be. Once again in a quest for a bargain, I waited to long and now I can no longer get the much coveted item (sigh). Oh well, hopefully i’ll be on the other side of this thing in a day or two. Until then I’ll just have to settle for spoiling my furry children with snuggle and treats. Sounds just awful right?

Missing the furry babies…

Andy and I are having an absolute blast, good food, beautiful cities and lots of sleeping in.  The only downside is being away from our furry little ones.  Fortunately my new brother-in-law, Matt, has been gracious enough to care for them in our absence.  I am expecting a good two or three days of furry shunning when we get back.  And for future reference let me introduce you to the gang.

Jasmine (aka Jasacoon, Miss Jazzy Pants, Pants, Snort, Squish, Daddy’s Angel, Evil Ball of Furry Fury)

Andy’s youngest, and the spoiled princess of the bunch.  Very pretty, a little spacey and pretty sure that I  am one of the worst things that has ever happened to her.  The only time she ever wants anything to do with me is when she is punishing Andy or when it’s really cold and I am in possession of the fuzzy blanket.

Stanely (aka Stanley Manly, Fearsome Warrior, Stanley Fritz, “Agh what just bit me?”)

My youngest, he was the result of a very long battle with the local humane society that resulted in me moving out of my old apartment two weeks early.  He was a week from being put down and after I saw his sad little face I just knew that he had to be mine.  It’s been an interesting couple of years, he has gone from a quiet meek mannered little guy to a fearsome warrior that strikes fear into the heart of laser pointers and unguarded toesies everywhere.

Puff (H.R. Puff-n-Stuff, Mr. Puff, Dr. Puff, Vomit-breathing-dragon)

Andy’s oldest, he is the much contested alpha of the apartment.  While he isn’t a huge fan of other males he is a shameless flirt with any female feline or otherwise that enters his domain.  Unfortunately, as cute and snuggley as he can be, he is the only one of our fearsome foursome that has some major gastrointestinal issues, and as Andy puts it “the reason we can’t have nice things.” In summation, he is the reason we are looking for a home with hardwood floors or tile.

Octavian (aka Doodle, Bunk, Bunky, Bunky-doodle, Octobunk, and Doodlestein)

My oldest, and my main fluffy man.  He has been my little furry guy since I rescued him from a tree and a very large dog my senior year of high school.  I may have saved him once, but he has been the reason I’ve pulled myself out of bed many a time.  Mostly because he demands food as soon as the sun is up, but you know what I mean.  He also thinks that I have been making nothing but horrible choices in the last two years, first Andy, then new fuzzy brothers and sister and now this evil thing called diet? Clearly, I’ve lost my mind.

And that is our little rag tag bunch of misfits, and I am missing their cute little disdainful faces right now.