The Orange Cat Named Tom

I have felt overwhelmed that I missed posting things on here, I have procrastinated writing anything. I am going to let that go. I might post later about Isaiah and James birthday. Things have been really crazy around here. We are now down to one car and I am thinking it will be awhile. School is going good. The boys are going for their state assessments next week. I was worried about how they would do but after having them practice I am not feeling so worried. Ok, enough about the reasons why I haven't been posting.

Here is what I wanted to post about:

On Monday a cat appeared in our yard. All the children went out to play and this cat decided that it wanted to be friendly to the children. It is a beautiful orange cat. It looks as though it needs to eat, but at this point I am unwilling to feed it. I called James at work and made him ask the landlord if she brought an orange cat out recently. She said that she hadn't. The children tried to call it Sunny because we didn't know if it was a boy or a girl, and it was orange.

They decided that the cat didn't come when they called. When their father told them it was a tom cat, they decided to name him Tom. How original is that? We are practical around here. They wanted to name it Kitty, but I told them that I had a cat named Kitty that lived to be over twenty.

Yesterday as they were out playing in the yard they would yell "TOM" and every time I would think that they were yelling "MOM". I would look and see what was wrong and then realize what they were doing.

The great part is when Adalyn decided to go out and play by herself. She would stay on the back steps and play. Tom was lounging on the stairs when she went out. I think Adalyn has a love hate relationship with the cat. If she touches the cat at her will she is fine. If Tom tries to touch her when he wants she is not fine with that. Tom would try and get her to pet him and she would have nothing to do with him. When he would lay on a step in the sun she would sit a few feet away and watch him. This went on for about thirty minutes. As I sat and watched I realized that my baby is not a baby anymore. She is growing up. I was kind of emotional. I need to mention that I have been emotional lately, and no I am not pregnant. As I stood there and watch her be independent from the others and do her own thing I realized that she is able to really do things on her own and is learning that she isn't so reliable on her parents or siblings. I am grateful for her getting older and wanting to be independent, but there is something tugging at my heart at the same time.

Ok, enough of me blabbing about children growing up, I know that happens. I guess eventually I will have to get some food for Tom the cat. I think that he will be sticking around for awhile. I told the children that he could stay as long as he is outside. And they have to wash their hands when they come in from playing with him because some of us are allergic to cats.
So I guess you can say we have a new addition to our family.