How much is that kitten in the cardboard box?

So where were we???

Last May, Mrs. Wookie is miserable. Mr. Wookie is also at loss for words, but with a impending two-plus-month Navy-need on his calendar, has other focuses. They talk briefly about what if Mrs. Wookie were to venture down to the Humane Society, or Petco (they have cats for adoption frequently), or another no-kill organization for feline creatures who have graced the world without a loveable human to call their own. There's never a shortage for short hair'd females with a pension for snuggling. Never.

"It'd be your cat then."

But this plan is a last-ditch effort. I would attempt his summer-long detachment as "deployment preparation." I would hang out with "my Wives," I would have my hobbies, I would go to work, and I would rock the shit outta my Dinners for One With Enough Leftovers For Lunch The Next Day.

I wouldn't troll the shelters and adoption fairs until there were a multitude of scars on both my wrists and liver.

*screeeeeeeeching breaks* Woops. It looks I skipped the scars on my wrists.

7.5 weeks.

Innsttteaaaaad, life intervened with lemons. Lemons a little earlier than expected. And definitely requiring some accompanying vodka when I break the news that, "Babe, I brought a cat home."

Born under the house of my boss' husband's cousin's house (get all that?) was a litter of "junkyard" kittens (as I call 'em), that had the best chance for domestication and a better life if they could just find homes.

My boss knew I wasn't ready for another animal, but asked to just spread the word.

Then...I heard the details on the litter. There was one short hair female. And she's due for a home.

Shit. Hopefully she has a pension for snuggling and ability to refill drinks. Okay, one out of two ain't bad.

If Match.com made profiles for homeless animals...

Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but I am homeless, so bring me home...maybe....

Name: None
Relationship Status: Currently Homeless
Age: 6 weeks
Date of Birth: "Good Saturday"
Have kids? No.
Want kids? NO! Spay and Neuter your pets, people!
Ethnicity: short-hair "junkyard" cat 
Body Type: Runt

What would you do if the above picture was texted you? Would you swoon? Would you instantly fall head over heels in love with this little fluff ball? Would your heart cry out in shame for wanting to love another creature after your first love (and pooch) tearfully passed away??

There's been a reason for the very quiet blog front.

I. was. in. pain. I. was. depressed.

Never had I felt like I was in a void of thoughts. It was so cloudy in my head that it's difficult for my to remember the time right after we lost Sweet Pea. Two words: It sucked.

And being one to not really delve forth my feelings until after I've had plenty of time to process them (I'm like a man, I "go to my cave and dwell"). But now, with 2013 being upon us - I want to shed a new light on our new life.

There were many aspects to bringing home the cat. Okay, there was one.

Would Mr. Wookie kill me if I did?

He knew I was absolutely miserable. I'd come home from work....no wagging nub to greet me. I'd cry. So I find a reason to come home after Mr. Wookie did - however late that was. I'd go shopping - help numb the pain. I'd go grocery shopping every night - anything to keep me coming home first. Even then, the door would crack and the house would be quiet as I walked into the kitchen, greeting Mr. Wookie already at the helm of the stove. I cried constantly. I stared at Sweet Pea's spot on the floor. I hated life. I hated everything.

But then this little thing was calling my name. I just needed to listen....to be continued....

Happy New Years! Plus a cat outta the bag...

Do you follow me on Instagram? Because there's been a little addition to our family....

More details to come. Because we've kept this a secret for months. And I'm super jazzed to share!