Mama and I got the all-clear to leave the hospital today. Yeah! No more nurses poking and proding and taking my temperature in a place I won't mention... and getting woken up every 3 hours. How's a guy supposed to get any sleep in those conditions?!
Dada and my big brother came and picked us up and brought us home. My big bro Ewan is sooo excited to have me home, but I get the impression he wishes I could just jump up and play with him. Well it will happen soon enough, especially with him there to teach me the ropes and all I need to know. He has given me the nickname "Kiki Pipsqueak", I guess he thinks my name is too boring. But I think it is pretty neat how much he likes me, he is always giving me hugs and kisses and telling me how much he loves me. He likes to have me come into his bed at night and listen to Dada read us stories.
The resident cats are getting used to me, but the gray one Mischa doesn't quite know what to make of me.
Whew! This whole "being born" thing is exhausting so I am happy to be home safe and sound with my family and catch up on my shut eye...
No comments:
Post a Comment