The Pitter Patter of Little Feet
So I became a daddy yesterday. Well, sort of.
One of Ms. Paragraph's friends is moving in with her man (who is in turn a good friend of mine), and he's not into that sort of thing (allergies and a Rottweiler), so Xander is coming to live with us.
I haven't really decided how I feel about this. I always figured we'd adopt eventually, but I figured it would be our choice, and on our schedule. But apparently Ms. Paragraph's friend wasn't able to find anyone else she trusted with her little darling, so suddenly we've got another mouth to feed.
Xander seems nice enough. He's fairly well-behaved, other than a tendency to want to get into everything. He wasn't too happy with me this morning when I didn't let him into our bedroom. I'm sure he'll learn soon enough, though. After all, his bed and all his toys are out in the front room, and his litter box is in the bathroom.
One of Ms. Paragraph's friends is moving in with her man (who is in turn a good friend of mine), and he's not into that sort of thing (allergies and a Rottweiler), so Xander is coming to live with us.
I haven't really decided how I feel about this. I always figured we'd adopt eventually, but I figured it would be our choice, and on our schedule. But apparently Ms. Paragraph's friend wasn't able to find anyone else she trusted with her little darling, so suddenly we've got another mouth to feed.
Xander seems nice enough. He's fairly well-behaved, other than a tendency to want to get into everything. He wasn't too happy with me this morning when I didn't let him into our bedroom. I'm sure he'll learn soon enough, though. After all, his bed and all his toys are out in the front room, and his litter box is in the bathroom.