Mocha is Butch's attempt to kill me from wanting more kids. Six (or seven) between the two of us is plenty. And the two that live with us are more than a handful. The pre-teen is a walking bundle of hormones, and the almost-8 year old has spoiled rotten mixed with ADHD and anxiety issues. Mocha gives me something to play with when they are gone. 12 lb mix of daschund, chihuaua, something with a curly tail, animal-control cast off.
We asked around a found someone that was fostering a litter of kittens and we have waited for the last month to fly by for her to bring home.
Yesterday we got her!
She's a black puffball that came with the name Midnight.
The first 10 seconds of introductions Mocha's whole body was shaking. Once we got her in the house and she hopped all over the furniture like he does, he was smitten. Look mom! She does what I do! He proceeded to show her he could do it too! He has been no less than three feet from her ever since. And vice versa. Follows her frolick all over, or at least watches her. They both slept on our bed together. The one time she jumped off the bed he didn't see her gone until 1/2 a second later and he ran out of the room and back in looking for her. She immediately followed him back on to the bed. And tried to suckle him like a mama kitty. Which doesn't really work for smallish dogs.
I never would have thought that they would have taken a liking to each other that quick. But they do. It's fantastic!