She had peculiar habits like suckling on her side and sleeping on the dining room table.
She followed Peter around like a shadow and he claimed she was his office mate for months.
She never ate human food but gobbled down fishy cans like crazy.
She chased bugs and sometimes brought them into bed.
She let neko pull and grab on her without making a peep (although she did sleep in her crib every once in a while).
She played with the same toys and even got into the same cardboard boxes as neko.
She slept, every single night in the last three years, curled around peter’s feet, keeping him warm and in her sights all the time.
Z cat - we will miss you so much.
What’s cute, clever and utterly charming? (hint: not our cat)
I didn’t grow up like this - not saying I grew up in the country side green lush life, more like desert hot with the only escape being the mediterranean ’sea’. I never in my wildest dreams imagined raising a city dweller.
We shlep on the subway (neko laughs at her mule like parents)
We join list serves and meet other random parents at alternate parks (you gotta love the play date)
And when the heat settles in, rising from melting sidewalks and breezes get stuck between the buildings, we take neko to cool off in playground sprinklers.
Yup, just like those nyc street kids in movie scenes from the 80’s: naked and skinny running through exploding fire hydrant streams…
Yup, that’s my inner city kid!
The horror the horror.
Rhonda asked me to get CROCS for neko so she could run in the sprinklers with the other kids.
Over my dead body I thought and proceeded to research wet shoes for kids through the night.
Peter came to the rescue with some semi stylish pink nike thingies:
What do you think? Better than crocs?
Yeah yeah - no posting for a couple of weeks due to extreme neko.
You know, like extreme sports or extreme chocolate cake, we now have an uber version of our neko: happy to the max and active to the point where I cannot keep up. Plus, it’s summer here, extreme sun and blue skies.
We caught up with friends during the 4th of July weekend and did the hiking, the barbeque-ing, grass lounging, swing and sliding, feeding giant horses, drinking lots of wine, comparing poop stories, running after kids, separating kids, laughing at ourselves and having an extreme good time.
Bernstein Philiips you must come back again!
