Tom and Jerry

Okay, I know the only person that likes a cat is the person that owns it. I have hated all cats for a long time, and swore I would never own one. And Drew... he REALLY HATES cats.

I mean Took-his-sister's-cat-out-to-the-woods-and-left-it HATES.

But, with all the vole and mouse horror stories you hear living in the country, I converted to the idea pretty fast. So fast Drew couldn't really react when I told him "we" were getting one.

The threat of a germy little mouse crawling through my pantry cupboards sent me racing to the store to pick up the first rat-killer I could find. But when I got there I saw this little white and grey ball of fluff and forgot my purpose all together. He was so cute that Drew has to pretend to hate him!

Meet Rocks:

In this story we will call him Tom.

And Jerry...not a reference to his cute little ears!

Most of the time they love each other....

a lot!

They wrestle and play...

and snuggle...

but John loves to pick on Rocks.

Before...

After...

And Rocks fights back. When we first got him a few months ago he would wait until John was asleep and sneak onto his bed. I would find him in there sitting so still just watching John. Then out of nowhere he would pounce on John and run and hide!

I realize that as a mom I should be horrified by that, but there is a part of me (maybe a very LARGE part) that takes pleasure in the fact that my little terminator has a rival just as devious as he is!

We love Rocks in this house. He is one-of-a-kind. He thinks he is a dog. He begs for food, is overly affectionate, and plays fetch:

He waits for me to throw his toy.

Then he races at top speed to grab it and bring it back

(obviously!)

Ugh! Never thought I was the pet gushing type... I promise this is the last post of it's kind...

Well...

until the boys beat us down enough...

and we get a dog...