Our baby

It's Tuesday and we still have no power. There is an electrician at our house so hopefully that status will change today. While we hate being displaced and inconveniencing others, we feel far worse for our furbaby, London.

London was Sean's Christmas present to me last year. I have always had pets growing up, so when it was just Sean and I, something felt like it was missing. Like our little family still needed that one little thing. We definitely aren't ready for babies, and our schedule is far too chaotic for a dog, so I suggested a cat. This was met with resistance, with Sean professing to "not be a cat person", but finally he broke down and looked through petfinder.com with me. We found two young cats, Kasha and Linden. We met Kasha first, at a Pet Smart holiday adoption day, but she seemed more fit for an older person who would want a companion. We were looking for a kittenish spark, one that would love to play and entertain himself while we were away, but would snuggle up on the couch with us at night.

Meeting Linden took us up to Winchendon, where he was staying at a shelter in a woman's house. He was in a large cage, and would play with a wand, but did not want to come out. He let us pet him as well. She tried to show us another cat, a sweet white one who was an absolute love. We had to make a choice, and Sean chose Linden, since he was so unique and beautiful. This other little cat would dazzle anyone and surely find a home soon, but we wanted to take a chance on the one we came for.

It was the best gamble we ever made. Linden (now our London) soon became the exact cat we wanted. He makes us laugh every day, and he loves us as much as we love him. Which is why it hurt us so much when we would crate him up to take him with us when we lost power. He didn't like the strange homes and would hide under the bed.

Yesterday was warm, and though we still had no power, we had to leave him home. Sean's mom runs a day care and needed the room we stayed in for the kids' naps. I've never seen an animal so happy to be home. We checked on him last night, and as soon as I walked through the door he was at the top of the stairs mewing loudly (for him). He wouldn't even let me get situated under a blanket before he was on my lap, purring and cuddling. Sean and I knew we couldn't stay home, but we couldn't bear to crate our little guy up again. So we left him home and stayed at my in-laws once more. I went to check on him this morning and it was just like last night. He was fine but he had missed us terribly.

Hopefully we will be up and running today, and we'll be back in our home, with our baby, where we should be. I just want a good night's sleep in my own bed again.