Monday, February 17, 2014

Here's to the Night

Every once in a while Dave and I like to just hang out and reminisce about the past. It's a really fun way to remind ourselves of the great times, the sad times, and the times we connected on a deeper level. 

Saturday night, before falling asleep, we talked about some of our favorite memories and Dave brought up the night we brought home Nibbler and Squishee. Thinking back on that night, I remembered how I felt bringing them home. They were so tiny, I was so afraid I was going to break them. 

I haven't gotten around to sharing my first night with them on the blog here, so I thought I would. It's probably not the most heartwarming tale you would expect...

I had to pick them up by myself from the woman we adopted them from (an incredibly kind woman who ran a little adoption place out of her house) because Dave had to work a bit late. I had bought a mini pet carrier that I knew would fit the both of them so they could be together on the ride home. I'm sure it was terrifying for them to leave the comforts of the woman's house and be stuck in a car with a stranger on a dark night (it was October when we had adopted the boys so it was darker much earlier) and I wanted to make sure they knew they still had each other. 

One the way home my car stunk so bad, like someone had passed gas. I assumed that one or both of the boys had done something in the crate, as cats are notorious for doing in the car, but when I brought them inside I didn't see anything in the crate that needed to be cleaned out. 

I kept the boys confined to the living room when we first came home, so they could get acclimated to Dave and I and one room for now. They were really good, and for the most part just laid on my lap or with Dave. 

Pleas ignore this ridiculously terrible picture of me, but this was me and Nibbler the first night home.
When it came time to go to bed, we brought them upstairs with us and I laid them in between Dave and I, nestled under my arm. I stayed in that position all night, but of course, when my limbs would get stiff I would have to shift a little. I noticed every time I shifted I would smell the same scent that was in the car. After a few shifts, I realized that one of the boys would fart whenever I moved because it scared him! The rest of the night, I laid awake with two adorable kittens in my arms wondering how I managed to adopted the only kitten I've ever known to drop smelly, rotten egg farts and whether or not this would be something we would have to put up with for the rest of our lives. 

My nervous farter (not sure who it was but I have my suspicions) stopped dropping bombs shortly after the first night together, but the memory of it always gives Dave and I a good laugh.  

It's a bit random, but let's make today Memory Monday, share a great or funny memory with me!


  1. WOW, WHAT A LOVELY BLOG DESIGN! Haha, but it does look great,and I love the buttons! Good stuff, dearie!

    Oh my goodness, those precious pictures of the boys. So teeny and reminds me of when I brought Linky Cat home! I just want to snuggle them, farts and all. What a sweet story <3 That picture of the snuggling... I die

  2. Photos like this make me want to cry (of cuteness!)

  3. Aww that is the cutest story! I love how snuggly they were at first, my poor Squishy was terrified when I first brought him home (probably from being abandoned - him and his sisters were left on the side of the road) it took a while to get comfortable with me, but now he's a great snuggler!

    Haha it's a good thing they kicked that nervous habit ;)

  4. Aww this is adorable! I remember the day we first adopted Bella...we were scared of each other!

    P.S. Did you update your blog design? It looks great!

    xo, Hima
    Hima Hearts

  5. OMG BRUNO DID THIS TOO!! The ride home from the place I adopted him from was THE WORST. He farted sooo much when I first got him. SO glad that ended... You're babies are so stinkin' cute.

    And I love the new design!!

    1. And I meant your* babies not you're. duh.

  6. aaaaah, such cuties! And such a lovely memory.

  7. Aww this post is filled with cuteness!

  8. oh. my. goodness. those kitties are the cutest I've ever seen! I want one so bad!


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