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It takes a community to raise a kitten.
Yes you heard me right. For non Cat lovers, I suggest you stop reading here, because this is going to be full of diabetes inducing kitten love.
It all started Monday night, when my husband disappeared out the front door with a perplexed look on his face. He returned not 2 minutes later with a very small, silver and white, shivering furball clutched to his chest. Alas it was love at first sight for this poor soul and the bloody little kitten knew it.
But duty is duty so Kit and I went about the neighborhood knocking on doors to see if anyone was missing a kitten. It seems no one wanted to claim the little guy, so we took him home again, warmed him up and tried to find a box or something we could put him in so he couldn't tear around the house in the middle of night and get into all sorts of mischief. Apparently he can jump much higher than either of us realized.
Kit tried one more time to find the little guys family and again he comes home with the manipulative adorable creature tucked against his arm. It's about this time that I realize that we might be babysitting for a little while so I leave the kitten in Kit's care and make a quick trip to the store, you know, for essentials; Cat milk, kitten food, tins of kitten food, and cat toys... yeah I'm a sucker.
Walking into the house half an hour later, my husband comes down the stairs with out the furball and informs me that he found the little guys people.
Carrie is heartbroken after a two hour relationship with a kitten.
Over the next few days, the kitten turns up in three of our neighbors yards with similar results. I can't believe that small ball of fur has the entire neighborhood wrapped around his little claws.
-sigh-
Yes you heard me right. For non Cat lovers, I suggest you stop reading here, because this is going to be full of diabetes inducing kitten love.
It all started Monday night, when my husband disappeared out the front door with a perplexed look on his face. He returned not 2 minutes later with a very small, silver and white, shivering furball clutched to his chest. Alas it was love at first sight for this poor soul and the bloody little kitten knew it.
But duty is duty so Kit and I went about the neighborhood knocking on doors to see if anyone was missing a kitten. It seems no one wanted to claim the little guy, so we took him home again, warmed him up and tried to find a box or something we could put him in so he couldn't tear around the house in the middle of night and get into all sorts of mischief. Apparently he can jump much higher than either of us realized.
Kit tried one more time to find the little guys family and again he comes home with the manipulative adorable creature tucked against his arm. It's about this time that I realize that we might be babysitting for a little while so I leave the kitten in Kit's care and make a quick trip to the store, you know, for essentials; Cat milk, kitten food, tins of kitten food, and cat toys... yeah I'm a sucker.
Walking into the house half an hour later, my husband comes down the stairs with out the furball and informs me that he found the little guys people.
Carrie is heartbroken after a two hour relationship with a kitten.
Over the next few days, the kitten turns up in three of our neighbors yards with similar results. I can't believe that small ball of fur has the entire neighborhood wrapped around his little claws.
-sigh-