If you'll take a gander at that little photo array on the left sidebar, you'll see that we have twin cats, Sophie and Zoe. I've mentioned them before, but I haven't had a lot to share about them because they've made themselves scarce since Ethan was born.
In fact, our next door neighbors told us recently that Sophie, aka Skinny, comes over to their house to hang out a lot. And I'm not talking she goes over and lazes around in their yard. She actually goes to their door and paws at it until they let her in, after which she chillaxes with their son and daughter for a while. Not unlike the benevolent family in every neighborhood who lets their children's latchkey kid friends come over and watch cartoons and eat dinner while their parents are God knows where.
The kitties have been acting more like themselves lately, though, just like the old days: Climbing all over us to snuggle, kneading our soft parts uncomfortably, etc. I guess they're getting used to the ankle biter (who adores them, by the way). And maybe we're getting used to him too, and paying more attention to our older kids again.