I’d tell Lyla to get a room…but it looks like she already did–
and I should mind my own business.
Sheesh.
Bathsheba
There Are Three
We moved the newcomers to a cozy box in the bathroom–because no one should have to start life under a shoe rack. You know I’m right.
There are in fact, exactly 3 kitties. This one is a sweet little tiger stripe.
This little one is grey with very muted stripes–barely there.
And lastly, this one is the twin to the grey baby above only with a darker diamond on it’s nose.
I have no earthly idea if they are girls or boys because it’s hard to know with cats until they are a bit older. Maybe someone, SOMEwhere can tell, but it ain’t me.
So, we will live with the mystery.
Kitty Heaven
Ohhhh…look! I picked up this sweet baby and cuddled them while I taught my online class and the next thing I know—ZZZZzzzzzzz……
They are the cutest little things. We have two like this one…
And two of the full tigers. But for now…
I have no idea if they are girls or boys. It’s actually very hard to tell with kittens until they’re about 8 weeks old.
In the meantime…we’ll just keep calling them white face, half white and the stripey twins.
They don’t seem to care one bit.
Thoughtful Kitty
Obviously, I’m still working on the photo editing skills–but I’m new here. Patience Portifoy.
In the meantime–this is Little Lyla’s favorite place to hang out–and she literally does hang there (note the claws). It’s an interesting thing if you actually want to sit down in this chair. Pretty-much all she does is move her back leg a smidge. On the upside, it’s kinda like having a chair with a built in shoulder wrap–you know, for those cold winter nights.
Lyla is such a considerate kitty.
Heh, heh.
Meet Lyla
You know when you’ve always, ALWAYS had a little kitty in your life, how when all of a sudden there isn’t a kitty in your life, well…it’s a problem?
After sweet Jiffy died we were so sad and missed her so much, but I had just had foot surgery and even though I thought I could certainly take care of a kitty–I really couldn’t.
So, to ease my heart a bit, I went on an internet search to find the perfect little feline–assuming that it would take weeks, months even. But that’s not how the kitty fairies work. At least not that day.
I saw this little one with all her sisters and brothers and my breath caught. It was the day of the doTERRA Company Christmas party–I remember it very clearly.
My son saw the picture of this fluffy sweetheart and instead of saying, “You can’t take care of a kitten yet. Your foot is still in a cast,” he said, “Ohhhhh she’s cuuuute!”
The owner and I texted back and forth during the whole Christmas party. I was thinking if she could just hold her for me for a week, I’d have the cast off and be ready. But the owner said if we were serious, we’d have to come get her the very next day from Price, Utah– 75 miles away! If we couldn’t come, someone from Idaho wanted her. That was the deal.
Thinking it wouldn’t work I told Rhen and instead of saying, “Too bad,” he said, “ROAD TRIP!!!” The next day, he took off work early and we went to pick up this sweet baby. 
She fussed and cried to get out of the crate the whole ride home, but I was too scared she’d scramble under the car seat if I let her out. I talked to her and sang to her and squished my fingers in the holes of the carrier.
When we finally got her home–she wouldn’t come out of the crate at all. She was too nervous to face the great big world. I had to reach in and get her.
Meet our sweet Lyla everyone. She is 3/4 Maine Coon and 1/4 Persian. Tiny and soft and dainty and gorgeous.
Welcome home baby. I hope you’re with us forever.
