Anyway, we didn't tell Brendan where we were going, just that we had a surprise for him. We got out of the car, took the kitten out of the box, and his face lit up. We handed her to him and they were instant BFF's. He sat in the car holding her while we visited. She never squirmed or tried to get away. We drove home and she slept on Brendan's lap most of the way.
We talked kitten names and Brendan decided on Lucy. (or Woocy in Brendan language) She was very calm and so tolerant of Owen. She was kind of spooked by him, but handled it pretty well. She adored Brendan. They slept together that night (and every night since). As he was falling asleep Brendan said "I love Lucy. Today was the best surprise ever."
Lucy is a little saint and she loves the boys. Well, she loves Brendan. She tolerates Owen. She follows him from room to room. When we were outside playing she sat at the door crying because she couldn't get to us. She watched them take a bath the first night but hasn't since because there was too much splashing for her taste. She left the room dripping wet.
Owen loves her. He chases her all over. She does a pretty good job of hiding from him. For the most part he is only allowed supervised visits with her. He isn't mean to her, but sometimes he gets a little overexcited. I don't think I've said "remember to be gentle", "pet her softly", "not so rough" so many times in my life. He's getting better.
Most of the time she sits there and never tries to escape from him (I would!).
So, Lucy has moved in and it doesn't look like she is going away anytime soon. There would be two heartbroken little boys. Even the other animals are adjusting really well.
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