Excitement was in the air yesterday. After a month of quarantine (self imposed) I was anxious to see my grandkids who were more excited about meeting the new kitten. I will let you in on a little secret. I am not an animal hoarder, as my family suspects. I am a Gigi, as in a Grandma who will do whatever it takes to make her Grandkids happy. Our grands never know what new creature will be living here when they arrive. It makes going to see the grandparents an adventure. (Insert smiley face.)
Meeting Dash for the first time was a much anticipated event. Both of the kids kept my secret from Pap for months! Although, my grandson almost gave it away a few times by asking when the kitten was going to get here. To my advantage, he is knee high to Pap, so a lot of what he says goes unheard. If Pap caught part of it and asked what he said, I just acted like I had no idea and changed the subject.
I employed this same tactic when our granddaughter was a chatty toddler. Wisely, her parents wanted to limit her sugar intake, but I am Gigi, the giver of candy. She loved Swedish Fish, which I just so happened to carry in my purse - always. She would ask for a fish and I would surreptitiously pull one out and slip it to her. So, one day she asked for one in front of her mother who looked at me with a puzzled expression. Thankfully (for me) we were standing near their fish tank! I mumbled something about how she must want a new fish for her tank. Whew. (Insert wide-eyed face with sweat running down brow.)
I was so excited to see the kids, I practically ran down the street to meet them. I had to settle for a quick hug as they ran past me to the house yelling, "Where's the kitten?" I ran after them and, in doing do so, closed the door on my son, who reminded me that he was there, too! How could I possibly overlook the 6'5" giant who makes me laugh, cry and swell with pride! A few minutes later, I did it again! What can I say, grandkids make mush of grandparents.
Anyway, the meet and greet began. Dash was just as excited to see the kids as they were to play with him. I don't think he's ever been around children and he picked up on their energy immediately. I knew my grandson would love using the "feather pole" which was okay by Dash. My granddaughter got lots of cuddle time with him. Jack and Rooney were secured already, since I had been out prior to the kids' arrival, so I decided it was a good time to let Dash explore the rest of the house. He had a blast! Kids and baby animals - what a combo!
So, last night I thought it might be nice to let Dash out of his "condo" and see if he would cuddle with me in bed. (Insert huge snort here.) He was so wired from kid time he was literally bouncing from place to place - bed to dresser to cat tree, back to bed to floor to bathroom - boing, boing, boing! In between bounces, he would attack my feet under the covers! It became a game. He would attack, I would yelp, he would jump and run then circle back for another attack. That went on three times till I pulled the plug. I grabbed him in midair, kissed him goodnight and zipped him up in his "crib." He didn't even protest. He's so smart I'm sure he knew it was just a matter of time till he got busted.
It's funny how a new life can squeeze its way into your heart, making it bigger. My son suggested that perhaps I needed to get out more. I just smiled and said, "I have everything I need right here."
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