You know those teeny-tiny little toy cats? Not Littlest Pet Shop, even tinier. They are called Kittens in My Pocket. Or, for you weird dog lovers, they have Puppies in My Pocket. It is naturally safe to assume that if you have little girls at home who love cats, these toys will make in into your life eventually. Well, at my house, they make it into my life frequently.
Just when I least expect it, one of my daughters strategically places one of these feline miniatures where Mom will run into it. The best part is: nobody says a word. These critters could be hanging out for days waiting for me to find them. They end up in the most random hide-outs that you can't help but break down laughing when you find them.
One evening, I came home from work and walked in the garage door. Sitting on the dryer inside the door was an upside-down, red, plastic cup with a note on top. "For Mom. Don't worry, it's not a spider or anything gross." Under the cup sat one of the tiny cats.
On another occassion, my sweet daughter must have picked up the vibe that I was having a particularly awful day. When I approached the door to the house, there hanging from the garage door opener button wires were two little kittens. I immediately forgot my troubles and thanked God for my sensitive daughter and her perfect comedic timing.
Every now and then, the Squid will come running upstairs all in a dither calling for me. She'll have me convinced that she urgently needs something. When I turn to acknowledge her, she'll have a concerned look, hold a hand right up to her face, then reveal one of these cats sitting in the palm of her hand. She doesn't say a word. She doesn't have to. Even when I'm making dinner, I'll turn around for just a moment, and when I turn back, Meow!
You may think this game of cat and mouse (ha), would get old. But you have to remember with whom you're dealing. Squid's timing is impeccable. She'll rarely, if ever, over-do a joke. She is patient enough to wait for the perfect moment. If I don't find the toy quickly enough, she's happy to wait it out. It's all in the timing. I have been referring to these dang cat attacks as "Kittens in My Everything." As if to anticipate the perfect ending to this blog, little Bear loaded up my camera, without saying a word, with the photos of the real cat. Imagine my joy when I found these pics.
Literally, I do have "Kittens in My Everything!" I think it's time to have a 100% outside cat policy!
By the way, go see 'UP', the new Pixar flick. So cute! Dang weird premise, but you can do anything in a cartoon! You'll fall in love with Doug and Kevin! I'm going to need to find a Kevin doll. Seriously, go see it, you'll be onboard!
Yes, that will do quite nicely.
Oh Squidles, someday, you'll have horsies of your own. Refer back to that Montana thought!
A gorgeous, red tulip! And the smile gets bigger when I brag that, not only did I take this photo, I did the Photoshop editing too.
Every now and then, the Squid will come running upstairs all in a dither calling for me. She'll have me convinced that she urgently needs something. When I turn to acknowledge her, she'll have a concerned look, hold a hand right up to her face, then reveal one of these cats sitting in the palm of her hand. She doesn't say a word. She doesn't have to. Even when I'm making dinner, I'll turn around for just a moment, and when I turn back, Meow! 
You may think this game of cat and mouse (ha), would get old. But you have to remember with whom you're dealing. Squid's timing is impeccable. She'll rarely, if ever, over-do a joke. She is patient enough to wait for the perfect moment. If I don't find the toy quickly enough, she's happy to wait it out. It's all in the timing. I have been referring to these dang cat attacks as "Kittens in My Everything." As if to anticipate the perfect ending to this blog, little Bear loaded up my camera, without saying a word, with the photos of the real cat. Imagine my joy when I found these pics.
Aren't my kidlets gorgeous? I'm lucky to have beautiful subjects to photograph.