Aug 11, 2010 00:02
The nurse where I work really should be a used car salesperson. She'd make a fortune in commission. Or maybe I'm just easily swayed. That's entirely possible as well, really.
She told me today that a little baby kitty showed up (read: dumped) at her mom's house yesterday. She said it really needed a home. She reminded me that Younger Son had mentioned wanting a kitty of his own.
*sigh*
I caved. I told her I'd talk to Younger Son about it.
So I talked to him.
It's an itteh bitteh bebeh kitteh.
He wants it.
I reminded him that it's a baby. It'll need lots of care.
He wants it.
I reminded him that he'll need to make sure to put a book or something else near the litter box so that kitteh can climb in to do its business.
He wants it.
He'll have to make sure Pete doesn't be a bully.
He wants it.
He'll most likely have to feed it smelly moist catfood from a can for a little while.
*nose crinkle* He wants it.
If kitteh makes a poo-like mess, he's going to have to Clean It Up.
*shudder* He wants it.
He'll have to take turns with Older Son in cleaning the litter box.
*pause* He wants it.
*sigh again*
Looks like there's going to be another addition to the household. We'll pick it (still don't know the gender of said kitteh) up tomorrow after work. Photos and possibly a name then.
For the record. This still does not make me a cat!momma. These cats belong to the boys. They are cat!papas.
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