Flower

No, we don't have a pet. We are kitty-sitting for the week. Our friends went out of town for the week and asked us to watch their cute little kitty. The kids were so excited, and I didn't mind having a temporary pet. Her name is Flower. And I hope she makes it through the week. The kids LOVE her. More than they should. She is so tolerant of their holding and holding of her. They fight over who gets to hold her, and that part gets really old, really fast. But over all it has been fun to have her. Even Max loves her. He will see her running around and try to chase her, but he is as slow as a turtle and doesn't realize he could never catch her. The other kids are faster and Flower has quickly learned that under the couch is a safe place for her to hide away from them. That, and we have a caged off area for her bed, food and kitty-potty (as the kids call it), and that is supposed to be off limits for the kids, a safe zone for Flower. Despite the chasing, Flower has taken to Peter. She will sit on his lap, without his seat-belt-of-an-arm. And Flower likes to play with Max's arms and legs like they were toys. Max doesn't like that and tries to swat her away, which makes her think he is playing a game with her, and she keeps going. Sophie holds her like a little baby and likes to put a blanket on the two of them to watch TV until Flower falls asleep. This experience has made the kids want a pet really bad, and has made me want one less and less.