Jemima: Little Cadie Cat isn’t little any more. She is so spoiled. She sleeps up on the big bed in Mama Jo’s armpit (until she gets rolled over on and then she goes and sleeps in Mr. Incredible’s armpit until morning when she wakes him up with a morning bath.)
The only person who lets me lick them is GoBot.
Come to think about it, I get to sleep with him too.
Life is better.
Jemima: They tell me that it is Spirit Week. Or really?
Hey Yab, I’m thinking it’s Nerd Day.
What do you think?
Mama Jo: A funny thing happened on the way to the Ward Talent Show. Go-Bot was playing an all time crowd pleaser for everyone’s enjoyment. Love was in the air. Beautiful music was being blat-blat-blatted out for a little mood music. What’s that? Spell-check doesn’t know what Amore’ is? That’s alright! Oom-pa-pa-pa...that’s an Armoir! A new Incrediblism is born!
Scuzza me, but you see, Go-Bot, the tuba player, extraordinary!
Mama Jo:
Typing something important? No problemo. I can wait.
Color Guard flags?
Glad to be of service!
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.
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.
Jemima: My world is crumbling around me.
She is yet un-named.