Freddie

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This might be a question for parents. If asking for a friend were walking my dog and let’s say there was flooding, If I saw your children unsupervised by their parents. That would be you, not me. You they who had these children. What if said children were out in said flooding areas and I want to know would it be up to me to rescue your children if they were at risk of drowning?

Or at what point would it be acceptable if I yelled at them to deter them from potential mishaps? Keeping in mind, I got the version of child I could manage, and my recent new addition now a full year old and officially no longer a kitten, has taught me I would have been a yelling parent. The kids I didn’t have are so lucky because while Freddie doesn’t pay attention, I’m good at yelling.

I remember, asking for a friend. I was discussing this scenario earlier with someone who was in the above potential scenario. We all know the moral and ethical answer. However, nobody wants to get in trouble for yelling at somebody else’s child. So, feel free to comment and provide feedback.

In the early days of having hellonwheels, I was fangin’ it through a park in Clifton Hill on Hoddle Street when I saw two young kids playing on piles of bark chips. I stopped to talk to them. I quietly told them I knew it was fun but maybe they should try not to spread it all over the grass and keep it to the designated garden bed. From out of nowhere, grandma hung up her phone to and stormed over to ask me what was wrong? I told her nothing was wrong and repeated the above to her and she took her two young grandchildren away. Which had not been my intent.

Meet the newest member of the household

So, meet the newest addition to the household, Freddie.

I could have changed his name. I wanted to but, in the end, I don’t know how he would take to me calling him Noire? I was not feeling the vibe to give him a new name. He had a sibling I met also called Jason. So, that was a whole Halloween thing I don’t subscribe too. Apparently, the females from several litters had all gone days earlier. I just think of that poor kitten Jason there with no Freddie for context. Jason had very cute white tips on his feet but was otherwise all black.

Years ago, when I adopted Mika, I asked if she answered to her name? The woman in the shop shared a look with me like she didn’t need to answer as it was indeed a stupid question. She did tell me if I wanted to change her name to do it immediately and consistently so she would get used to it. I stuck with Mika and she knows it’s her name. Sometimes, Mika’s favourite carer will make a kissing noise to get her attention and I will call her name and she will come to me.

After a few days of isolation, Freddie escaped the safety of the bedroom to be chased like a rodent around the couch, Mika was not well pleased. Freddie realised he wanted back into the room he felt the safest. Mika of course chased him under the bed and hissed and growled at him. A few extra days after giving him the reign of the apartment while Mika was in the study with the door closed, I introduced them together. A few days after that she was giving him a clean and it seems all will be OK in the world. Not even two weeks, here are some cute pictures of my kids.