Motherhood

Well, Charlie has been home a week today and I could not be happier. Mom and Dad are just as in love with him as I am - calling me at work with reports on his activities, food intake, current spot in my closet, etc.  It's taken me a while to write because every time I try, rttttttttttt\\][[[[[==[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[ cvvvvvv[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[]]]]]]v cccccccbhhc
that happens (he just pranced across the keyboard).

He is the cutest, stripey-est, most playful little guy ever! He doesn't even mind me covering him in kisses and singing my special song to him several times a day ("I looove you, I loooove you, I love you love you loooove you!").  Right now he's wrapped around my leg, chewing on my pajama pants. Some of his little quirks include
-purring in a questioning tone (prrrr?)
-scampering so fast he goes sideways
-ducking down in my shoe so only his ears and eyes show
-standing up so tall and straight he looks like a meerkat
-winking when I speak to him

He is a joy. The first few days he was here he would hide under my bed if I wasn't in the room. Then I'd come in and call for him, and he'd answer with a "mew!" and come scampering out. MELT. Oh, I even had my first real crazy cat lady episode the other night when I realized I had no food for him. Sans bra and makeup, I jumped into the car, zoomed up to A&P, threw a bunch of cat food cans in my basket, and checked out. Form an orderly queue, gents.

Looking at his mommy with love.