Last night, we brought home the newest member of our family: Liz Lemon the cat. We promptly became ridiculous doting cat parents and filled a new Facebook album with pictures of Ms. Liz. Besides all the warm fuzzy love and lap snuggles, the best part of this process so far has been J's photo captions in Facebook: without any input from me, he introduced her as "Liz Lemon Mylast Hislast." I proceeded to swoon and fall a little bit more in love with the father of our new triple-barreled-last-name cat. It made me wish that the last name questions surrounding marriage and children were nearly as simple and obvious: the cat belongs to us both and so she carries both of our names. However, it's not nearly as easy when we start to talk about children. We have slightly different viewpoints about that emotional minefield that we've only begun to address (and so I will save that blog post for another time.) For the moment, I'm just going to bask in the glow of kitty love and egalitarian partner love as my family expands to welcome both.
I promise this won't turn into a crazy cat lady blog, but I couldn't write about my new rescue kitty without posting pictures, could I?