Caitlin has been begging, BEGGING for a kitten ever since the unfortunate incident involving Oliver and a bobcat, may he rest in peace. Every day she asks to go to the Humane Society and JUST LOOK. Right. Do I look that stupid? This has gone on for more than a year.
Today, she worked really hard building a "Cat House." It was a complex structure of cardboard boxes, all the tape that we had in the house, my good towel and a decorative pillow.
She also wrote a long speech in which she campaigned on the promise of taking care of her much-wished-for kitten all by herself. I think maybe she even mentioned getting a job to buy cat food. Not really. But she was pretty serious.
I had to go pick up Hayley from Youth tonight and on the way home look what we found dumped on the side of the road by our house:
Caitlin thinks so.
I have assured her, and Wes, that we are most certainly NOT keeping them. I might be persuaded to keep ONE. Maybe.
Three of them have eye infections. Fortunately, I have some antibiotic eye ointment left from the Great Rabbit Debacle. They are so tiny I'm not even sure they are weaned. I suppose I'll wind up bottle feeding them just like I had to do with Oliver.
Is there a sign on the front of my house that says I am a sucker?
Speaking of suckers...
Hey, Mom! You know how I've been telling you that you need to get another cat? I'll make you a really sweet deal on one.
These little guys are really cute and friendly. Very playful. They already have names, which doesn't bode well for my plan of getting rid of them. There will be much wailing and gnashing of teeth.
They are: Lexie, Chloe, Abby and Sidney.