A Text to Mommy from Johannah

Johannah: Okay, so do you remember how I told you that I gave Hobbito to Zach while he was sick since I couldn’t be there? And I hadn’t gotten him back, so last night, I told Zach that it was cute that he still had Hobbito. Well, he then did one of his Zach lies where he could be telling the truth, but where he could also be lying because he’s very convincing, and made it sound like Hobbito wasn’t at his apartment. Well, I sort of freaked out but in a “where is my tiger” sort of way. Not like an actual freak out. But he told me that Hobbito was in North Dakota and it took several minutes before he told me that Hobbito was safe at his apartment, but also kept saying that Hobbito left to see the world. Well, tonight, Zach was walking me outside to drive me home, and told me that I had to turn around for a second, so I did, then he said I could look and this is what was there:

It was SO cute. And this is what the card says:

Meet Zuzu. Or Zelly. I’m trying to decide on a name. It feels like it should start with Z, and it’s a magical cat, and Zelly is short for Zelda, as is Zuzu.

Mommy: Oh. My. GOSH! Is that a UNICORN cat?? Like a Unikitty?!?!?

Johannah: Yes!!! Isn't she adorable?!?!? I've already introduced her to the core cats!!!

Johannah: They have welcomed her with open paws <3 <3

Johannah: She's so cute!! She's a rainbow. Kitty!! With a horn!! Kitty will teach her the ways <3

Johannah: Zach is so cute. The first time he found out I still slept with stuffed animals, he thought it was a little strange, and now he himself is enabling my love of them. He must really love me <3

Mommy: That's just about the most perfect gift for you (aside from a REAL cat) ;-) That was very thoughtful of him. I doubt he fully understands how much that means to you.

Johannah: I know. I'm only crying a little.

Mommy: That is sooooo sweet. Like I said, he has no idea <3

Johannah: Nope, none at all. I love her so much.

Johannah: And check out her amazing tail! It's a unicorn tail!

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