Weddingbee Blog

Hi hive! Sorry I’ve been MIA… I’ve been, uh, busy, as maybe the title of this post suggests (tee hee). Many of you might read it and think, She’s married! She’s pregnant! The Seahorses are getting a baby! Yay babies! Others of you might read the title and think, Whaaaaa? I thought she said she and Fancee weren’t having babies.

And you’d both be (sort of) right. You see, the Seahorses are married, we are (in a sense, to be explained soon) getting a baby, and we definitely are not having biological human babies. Instead we’re having this:

Four weeks old!

A bit of background for you:

I am the one who is always wanting cute furry things. I started asking for a puppy when I was around 2, and got my first one when I was 5. In my adult life, I got a dog within a month of moving into dog-friendly housing.

the Daphers

Anyway, the point is that I am the one convincing people to let me have furry furry friends, and forcing my wife to live in a house of fur. Until now.

Now, I do work at a cat hospital. And occasionally adorable creatures come into the hospital (um, by “occasionally” I mean every single day). And every so often, they are homeless adorable creatures. Well, this happened to be one of those times, and I just went and sent Fancee the picture of this kitten. It wasn’t even a good picture, you guys! It was safe to send the picture! Well, completely unexpectedly, she suggested we foster him, and I brought him home that evening. Let me emphasize, again, that this “fostering” was entirely Fancee’s idea. And then we got home, and this happened:

Fancee likes him.

Um, she likes him a lot.

You guys: when your wife/husband/partner/person-you-care-about makes a face like the one above, decisions have been made. I don’t think it is possible to go back from here.

Anyway, after deep discussion about whether having three cats and a dog is insane (answer: probably, but not so insane that it is a clear “bad idea”), we have upgraded our decision of “maybe we’ll keep him” to “probably we’ll keep him.”

he may or may not be staying…

Today, his name is Truman, but other days his name is Frank and Darwin and Peter and Collins and Edgar. Discuss.

He is way smaller than he looks in the pictures; at the time we took these, he was only about 11 ounces. We were getting up 2-3 times a night to feed him, warm him up, and make him go to the bathroom, but now we’re down to once a night, and he’s pooping on his own! I have rarely been so proud of poop.

I know I’m not the only one to find a post-wedding furry friend. Are you one of these people, too? What is it about being married that makes this seem like a good idea? I like to think it’s the universe wishing us a happy marriage…aww, thanks, universe.