Introducing our new kitten… Obsidian Mystic JuJu Magic

That is a mouthful I know, so we call her JuJu. At first when we got her, we were calling her Siddy short for Obsidian. But then I had to explain to my husband and my dad both that Siddy was not “City” but Siddy, short for Obsidian. So because of that, I saw my future: many wasted words and aggravation explaining her name (hey, the happy pills only go so far ya know?). So, I told Asher we might need to come up with another nickname and he suggested we just call her JuJu. I’m down with that. It fits her and now that we’ve had her a week, I’ve tacked on lots of other nicknames as well like: JuJu B, JuJu Magic, Stinker, Little Beast, Shit head… it goes on and on according to what she’s doing at the time – usually trying to climb up my leg. But she does come to JuJu, which I’ve decided is good.

She’s a very sweet kitten and though she’s not a replacement for Thunder, she has been a welcome new little burst of energy all teeth and claws running a blue streak (or I should say black streak) and making us laugh. How we came about getting her is a story in itself. I’ll tell that story tomorrow, I already have it written but it was so long I decided to split it into two posts. Come back Friday the 29th at 6am CDT to find out what happened. I have it scheduled. Update: here is a link to Part 2

If you’re in need of cuteness overload look no further. Here’s adorable pictures of our JuJu, I’ve taken my artistic license and ad libbed the conversation.

First up…

Oh boy, guess what we are bringing home?!

No, I don’t drive around with a cat carrier in the car all the time. I had to hurry and get this in from the basement to carry the kitten inside the house – I didn’t know if she would jump from our arms or what the dog might do. Plus, it was good cover to hide her from the hubby – a kitten is the last thing he wants. Pffft.. whatever.

Now look who’s happy…

Mocee… not so much. “What the hell?!”

 Oh, but look how cute I am!

I’m not buying it.

Fine, I’ll run over here and play…

and play here…

and play over here…

Whew, all this playing is making me tired. I think I’ll sleep here…

And I’ll sleep on here…

 and in my little bed…

OOoooo and I’ll sleep in here, too

Hey, you know what?

A kitten could get used to this inside livin’ with all this attention and lovin’ and pettin’…

I’ve even got my own personal photographer.

Yep, I think this is going to be a good home for this little flea bag.

And I’ve got a new best friend, too. ❤