Bringing Home the New Furbaby...Warning: CUTE OVERLOAD AHEAD!

If you've been reading along you know that yesterday we went to pick up the new furbaby...a 10 week old ragdoll kitten from a cattery, RagAngels, down in Wells, Maine.  You also know, my few lovely loyals, that RagAngels has lots of fun things aside from ragdoll kittens.  Sandy, the lovely lady who breeds the ragdolls also breeds and shows a prize winning breed of miniature horses as well as several cage-free organic laying hens. 

As with the last time we were there when we initially picked out Geronimo, the Little Imp was gifted with another ride on Rangi.  Yep, I think it's safe to say we're going to eventually have to look into the zoning ordinances around here and see if ONE miniature horse is OK. 

I'd really like to know, after looking at the above photo, just where my "baby" girl went?  I think the Little Imp ate her!  There is nothing that says "baby" about that gorgeous face staring out at me.  We have a full-fledged little girl on our hands. I think I'm going to cry!

Such a softy and a huge flirt to boot!  Who could resist this face?

Oh and yeah, there were the chickens. Always with the chickens.  Chickens everywhere.  Imp was out there running around with them.  And yep, she got to pick out some freshly laid eggs again.

I don't know what this gal's name was.  I just smiled as she strutted by, saying a little prayer to the chicken Gods to please keep her from plucking my eyes out.  Although, I have to be honest...if we had the zoning for it around here, I might be tempted to get a few laying hens and raise some asylum fresh eggs.  Mmmmmm!  Can't forget the occasional slab of fried chicken slathered in my mom's pan gravy.

I would raise them, if it weren't for the fact that they kinda smell - the chickens, not the eggs.  And the whole pecking-my-eyes-out thing, that might present a little problem as I'm rather attached to my eyes.  And the fact that I am scared shitless of birds, whether they provide me with nourishment or not. So um yeah, I'd totally be into raising some laying hens if it weren't for all that.

What's that you say?  Enough with musings of my bird paranoia?  You want to see some pictures of Geronimo's homecoming?  You want to see some cute, cuddly, feline photos?

Are you sure you don't want to see just one more horse picture?

She's really pretty...

OK OK, I hear you.  On with the kitteny-cuteness.

I can't show you pictures of Geronimo without first introducting you to Chester, his daddy.  Chester is gorgeous and unfortunately my photos do not do him justice.  He sits in the lap of luxury in a floor to ceiling enclosure.  The enclosure is nessecary because one of the other female breeding cats is in season right now.  So I only got some photos through the mesh.  But he's a looker and oh boy is a he a HUGE flirt!  Sandy tells me that she sees a lot of his daddy in Geronimo!

Now, when I said Chester was gorgeous, I wasn't joking.  If you don't believe me, take a look at all these ribbons!

Sandy tells me that's not even half of them.  Wow!

So Sandy said farewell to Geronimo and off we went with our newest furbaby. 

We got home with the little one and kept him in his travel crate and let Griffy and Gracie sniff around.  Gracie was all growls and hisses and wanted NOTHING to do with the little guy...NOTHING!  She made that point perfectly clear.   Griffy on the other hand was very curious and very polite.

A little while later we carefully let Geronimo out to take a peek around.  I was positive he'd be shy and go hide.  Not the case at all!  This little guy was more than ready for the adventure of getting to know his new home and everything, and everyone in it!

I'd like to formaly introduce you to...

RagAngel's Geronimo Thundersong

Geronimo absolutely adores Griffy and so far, with only the rarest of warning swipes, Griffy is tolerating Geronimo very well.

Sometimes a big brother's tail makes the best toy!

The Little Imp supervises another Griffy/Geronimo face to face...

Griffy is even willing to share his wave thingy (I don't know what the hell that thing is called.), with the newbie!

Now, if you remember back from other posts about Griffy, he is the Little Imp's "bath time buddy"...she NEVER takes a bath without him first testing the water - and yes I am dead serious, he does this every single night, and he sits, perched on the side of the tub whilst she bubbles away her tub time.  He puts up with being splashed and laughed at.  He's one patient kitty cat.

It looks like she might just have another bath time buddy...Jr.

Truth be told, Geronimo is quite enamored of the Little Imp.  The very first place he curled up when he'd finally tired of running up and down the stairs like a bat out of hell, or tearing around corners and jumping off of furniture; was to sidle up to Imp on her little Dora couch where he promptly fell asleep.

When Geronimo stretched out, the Little Imp plopped herself on the floor and let him have the couch.  I am pretty sure she was just as tuckered out as he was. 

Our first night at home with Geronimo went very well.  We did discover that he's quite the snuggle bug.  He is especially fond of sleeping toes and finger tips and tendrils of hair that lay across a pillow.  He loves nothing more than to cuddle into the crook of your arm or underneath the chin of a softly snoozing human.  We are definitely his humans.  I don't have a doubt that this little guy was meant for us.  Despite the grumbles from Gracie; Geronimo fits into our family as if he were destined to be with us from day one.

It's amazing what a tiny, blue-eyed ball of adorableness can do.  He can dissolve stress, melt away anxiety and provide endless hours of laughter, smiles and companionship.  The hubby, the Little Imp and I sat in a circle on the floor and talked about our day, about our adventures all whilst watching the kitten chase various toys around the family room.  Surrounded by our older cats who looked on from a safe distance and with Casey nearby in another room, we giggled and squealed as Geronimo attacked our toes and made the incredible leap, several times, from the cat climber to one of the ottomans a few feet away.  

We didn't once speak of worries, fears or concerns, nor did we allow any other negativity to tarnish the shine on our evening..our time together as a family.  I think it's a pretty safe bet that a lot more of our evenings and weekends will be spent in the cocoon of our family...human and animal alike.