Le Drape & Butters


I’ve had neither the discipline nor the inspiration to write of late.  Not even a sea of new faces at the Laundromat last Sunday could tempt me.

Needless to say, there have been a LOT of life/routine changes.

New dynamics in the house: Two new roomies.

Getting used to living with someone you didn’t give birth to is weird!

Although, living with someone you DID give birth to has its moments too …

cleaning

Adjusting has been surprisingly easy actually.  It certainly helps being über comfortable with that person to begin with.

Helps that they spoon and tell you ‘I love you’ first thing in the morning even before you brush your teeth.

AND … Butters is enjoying her new friend the cat. That alone, was a HUGE relief for me!!

It was the only variable I was terrified could go horribly wrong!

I was certain, worrier that I am, that I would be getting a phone call advising that either:  A) Butters eyeball was now located on cat’s claw. Or, B) Butters had just ended all 9 of the cats’ lives.

But those things did not happen.  It’s a freaking miracle as far as I’m concerned.  Okay, maybe not, probably the prep work, patience and work we put into their introductions had a lot to do with that one – and the fact that both fur kids are inherently sweet-natured.

Cat has a name. Draper. Poor Draper – reducing him to ‘The Cat.’

Le Drape.

draper

He’s so mellow – except when he gets a little bonkers in the morning … then there is that whole run at top speed from one room to the next feline ‘thing’ that happens.

He’s also learned to sit on the rug in front of the fridge alongside Butters when I am making my lunch sandwich in the morning.

Clever. Clever boy.

So they each got a bit of cheese and lunch meat, because they were being freaking adorable – which, started a bad habit.

I own it!  My fault!  Totally my fault.  But they were working together and getting along so WELL during begging!

So anyway, here they are staring at ‘dad’ wanting some of HIS food.  You’re welcome honey.

draper and butters beg

They are the alpha’s in the house, no doubt. They have us VERY well-trained.

I even managed to have one of those moments I only read about on the internet. My fiancée explaining that he came to bed only to find me, snoozing diagonally across the king sized bed – Draper curled in between my legs and Butters smashed up against my side – leaving him with the conundrum of ‘where the hell am I sleeping??’

cat dog bed

SO now you’re caught up, turns out I will not be the cat lady – just a one cat gal – and a happy ever after after all.

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About debaucherysoup

I've traveled 4 continents, affording me experiences and adventures to last a lifetime. Most important was the exposure to other cultures, beliefs and lifestyles. I'm also mom to one of the most amazing human beings I know.

Posted on May 1, 2015, in Butters the dog, Humor and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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