Skittish Sleevy

It's game night. (We made the playoffs and are 2nd in our district!) Coach is at an away game, and I of course did not dare attend. I feel like I'm having dejavu :) Oh wait, it's because I have sworn off away games until potty training is over. That is a whole other story in itself. We won't go there tonight. I don't have enough energy to even think about it.

Tonight after I accomplished making dinner (frozen lasagna), giving the monkeys baths, emptying and loading the dishwasher, reading 50 books for bedtime and putting the kiddos into bed with no one escaping, I found a new friend. No, I'm not talking about Joe.... he's my morning friend (coffee is my best friend if you haven't had a chance to read my previous posts).

This friend is Sleevy. She is my calico kitten. I have a cat named KiKi, and the kitten as well. I've never really been a cat person, but since having children, it comes in handy having a pet that does not chew up my favorite high heels, and potty trains itself. Cats have quickly grown on me.

Sleevy started out as wild as a banshee. That's what my mom used to call us when we were acting crazy as kids. "Quit running in the house you wild banshee." Not really sure what it means, but I sure do use it on my own kiddos!

Sleevy would not let us hold her or even pet her for that matter the first 6 months of her life. The only reason we still have her is because when we were attempting to give her away, with the rest of KiKi's kittens, we couldn't catch her. She would dart to a hiding spot that we had no chance of getting to and stay there until she knew for sure we were gone. I got a kick out of watching Coach try to catch her!!! We won't go into details :)  She kind of chose us, I guess you could say.

 Over the past week, I guess Sleevy decided that she has changed her mind. She is still a little skittish (for some reason I always thought Skittish was spelled with d's but apparently I was wrong..... my spelling word for the day), but she's actually wanting to be friends. She began with a few little sniffs of our fingers as she walked by while we attempted to pet her. It then moved on to her rubbing on our feet as she meandered by. Today I came home after work, sat down on the couch, and realized Sleevy was sitting in my lap.

I'm not sure if I like her more now because I think I tamed her, or because I was feeling rejected and have finally been chosen. She likes me..... She really likes me!!!! 

 I can't put my finger on what happened, or what we did to change her mind, but I am glad to have my new friend here tonight, sitting in my lap, and purring.  I think I will sit here and enjoy the relaxing purr for a few minutes before I begin cleaning up the cheerios off the carpet, the fingerprints off the t.v., and every pillow I own strewn around the house (Baby Gray thought it was hilarious to throw them at his sisters..........boys!)  

P.S., Sleevy gets her name because she looks like she has a sleeve on her arm. Very cute!