And the winner is...

Well, despite a self-admitted and thoroughly unabashed stuffing of the ballot box by Aunt Suz (she posted it on facebook and had her hubby spam his work with a request to "Vote Potato") we have garnered enough real votes (and plus, I just think it's funny) to dub this gorgeous creature Potato Kitty.



There is no doubt that he thinks his name is "GET OUT OF THERE!!!" I even hear Cade in the kitchen sometimes, "Ki, gi ow dere!" It would be shorter for me to list the foods the cat won't eat off somebody's plate. Here it is: mashed bananas, hummus. That's it. Susan sent me a quote that said "A kitten is a small homicidal muffin on legs." I think in our case "muffin" would be better substituted with "stomach."

Reid is still his favorite person, Cade is his biggest fan, and Ski'a would be just as happy if he fell off a cliff. Hopefully, she'll get over herself soon. This guy is going to be big enough to eat her in one bite in six months.

Otherwise, things at the zoo are normal. The floor is covered in toys, the sink is full of dishes, the monkey is napping in a dirty shirt and a diaper, the koala is napping in nothing but a diaper, I'm wearing a shirt from two days ago and my pajama pants and celebrating that they are both napping at the same time by eating Ben & Jerry's and updating the blog. Ah Ben, dear Jerry, it's been too long...

Here are a few pictures of our summer so far...

Stealing some Dada time.

Cade taking a very important call while eating a raw zucchini.

It didn't take him very long to decide this pool business is OK.

Ben & Jerry have left the building...