Sunday Mr. Darcy and I went over to Dokey and Double B’s house for a bbq picnic. We were lured by the promise of salmon burgers and the chance to meet the two new additions to the family.
Harleypants actually let me hold him as long as I wrapped him into a small towel like a kitty burrito. But Batman? He wanted none of that. Finn wanted to hold him so I managed to grab him but the damn cat went all psycho on me- claws out, head turned at me hissing, his back leg arched up and over the top of my hand with his claws drawing blood. Needless to say, that was the last time we tried to catch him. But Finn and I did get a laugh about it while Finn kept telling me, “Tee Tee, you need a band aid.”
Finn has, in no uncertain terms, a raging crush on Mr. Darcy. If I show up with without him Finn’s first question is, “Where’s Mr. Darcy?” Thanks kid. I love being chopped liver.
But seriously, it’s so damn cute the way they are together. I don’t even think Mr. Darcy minds that Finn loves punching him repeatedly in the gut or throwing himself on him. He just likes being part of my family. Everyone has welcomed him with open arms.
It’s such a relief to be with someone that blends so well with my family. It’s been a long time. It feels like Mr. Darcy was meant to belong in my family. I’m particularly fond of the impromptu dance parties in the middle of the living room while Finn busts a move and looks up at all of us with the big smile on his face. Nothing makes me happier than seeing that kid happy. Nothing.
So I don’t mind sharing Mr. Darcy with him. Not one bit.