So lately I have been getting a little ping for another baby. Big time. I'm ready to add to our family and I don't want to wait until Jorryn is 10.

Domingo however, being the cautious, wonderful over-thinker that he is wants to wait at least a few more months.

Since I'm not the deceitful type, I continue to dutifully take my pill every night with a sad gleam to my eye. In the mean time however, we were able to agree on a kitten. Consider it our little go at practicing before we continue to reproduce. I figured Domingo would see how well it was going with new found kitty and would jump at the chance to have our own. Mhmm. Ever notice how plans always backfire ladies?

Meet Linus:

 Linus, while cuter than cute, is maddening. For instance.. I came home from an exhausting day at work the other night to find this on my floor:

Perplexed, I wandered through the apartment. What happend you ask? Oh simple.. the cat is determined to drive us both nuts and further delay the impending arrival of my much desired hypothetical second child.

Linus found a box of unopened frosted brown sugar poptarts. It was one of those jumbo boxes. It was sitting oh-so innocently on the counter minding it's own business when Linus came and tore it open with his razor sharp claws. He then proceeded to rip through every single package, stomping bits into my clean carpet and ripping the foil packaging to shreds. AH!

May you rest in peace, poptarts.

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