Baby 92, 93, and 94 - Part 3 of 3

"Come on, Charm.  You want to be fresh and clean, don't you?"

My attempt to console the poor cat fails but eventually I get her comfortable with the water with a soothing voice and bribery.

The dirt permeates through the waters and in three minutes flat the entire tub is grey.  I drain the tub and fill it once again.  This time, the water doesn't get nearly as dirty so I'm able to shampoo her up, dry her off, and comb her long fur.  Sadly, I had to cut a few chunks of matted fur off of her behind but it'll grow back soon.

Charm is gorgeous.  I would have never thought her fur to be such a pure white.  We take her to the vet and discover that she is about two years old, which is equivalent to a twenty-four year old human.  Her eyes are a beautiful hue of bright purple.

That night, she finds comfort on the little cat bed in my room and sleeps a long and restful sleep.

Socially, Charm is a perfect cat for a family like ours.  She fits in so well and fortunately the other cats have taken a liking to her also (or they tolerate her, at the very least).  Unfortunately, in the behavioral area, she's not too hot.

Being an outdoor cat for what seems like her entire life, Charm can sometimes be extremely skittish, as well as, well... wild.  She and her claws are a hazard to almost all of our furniture.  Luckily, the older cats, Aquamarine and Brite, act as guard dogs and will constantly hiss and yowl at Charm if they see her misbehaving.

Other than that fault, she's a well-rounded, perfect-for-a-family cat.  Plus, I think she's starting to get the hang of it.

With the new cat settling into our home, the kids lost interest in her but soon perked up once we brought in a second-hand gumball machine from a store that's going out of business.  With a good paint job and some polishing, it fits right into our household.  I try not to think of the gritty little hands that have probably touched this before it came to us.

While Seth and Parker play in the toy room, the twin girls, Kyla and Evangeline, enjoy watching the fancy light show that the gumball machine makes whenever a coin is inserted.  It must be very amusing because they'll spend hours in front of that thing.

Chewing gum, on the other hand, seems to be a 24/7 hobby.  I constantly have to command the kids to chew with their mouths closed.  I've also instated a gumball rule where they can only chew gum two days a week. If not for the rule, I'd have to pay extra for dentist appointments.

After the long wait, I finally go into labor and welcome babies ninety-two, ninety-three, and ninety-four: Genevieve Quinella, Yasmyna Yulianna, and Quentin Grayson.

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FAMILY UPDATE

Fergus married Katy Zume.  They've decided not to have kids but Katy does run a daycare so they get a nice dose of kid-time from that.

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NOTE

I hope you enjoyed this rather short-and-not-interesting-but-still-important post.  And don't worry, Adam will be in the next post.  ;)

Thanks so much for reading!