It has a name…

Jemima:  There were so many possibilities. Cleo-cat-tra. Lily. Daisy. Louise. Daisy Louise. Jabba (you can guess which gender voted for this name, right?)

In the end, she’s Cadie. Cadie Cat.

A little ball of orange fluff

Mama Jo: So I was visiting teaching… It is announced that they have a new kitten. In truth, I was wondering WHY anyone with five (or are there more…they move so fast I’m not sure) very small children would subject an animal to such torment.

When I am introduced to aforementioned kitten, she is a wee little handful of orange fluff. I mention to my visit-teachee that Mr. Incredible used to have an orange cat; that he LOVES orange cats. Visit-teachee says they just took her off a friend’s hands and maybe they would give her to us. I mention to Mr. Incredible that Visit-teachee has an orange kitten that most surely would not live through the weekend. He bit. She’s ours.
Jemima: Grrrrrrr.

Green Eyed Monster

Jemima: My world is crumbling around me.

She is yet un-named.