At least, I didn't think I did, but I apparently have a soft spot in my heart for these animals that keep showing up on my doorstep meowing & looking cute and helpless and hungry. When a second kitten came looking for a home, Matthew said absolutely not. We do not want two cats. I had to keep telling myself, "Kittens grow up to be cats, kittens grow up to be cats..." because this little thing was the cutest kitten I have ever seen. She looked just like Princess Fluffy Rosy Nosy (my girls' name for our Siamese) but smaller, whiter and even fluffier. I broke down and fed her (didn't tell my husband), and was a little
disappointed that I didn't see her again.
A week later, she showed up in our garage. I had left it open by accident during the day and she came out when we were loading up to go to the cabin. I was secretly happy to see her, but sad that we wouldn't be keeping her. "What are we going to do with her?" I asked Matthew. A friend of mine happened to be at our house and said that she'd love to take the kitty home.
Yay! The cutest kitten in the world gets a loving home & I don't have guilt! So we said good-bye to Little Fluffy and sent her to live at Renee's house.
Next day, I was talking to my neighbor across the street and she asked if I'd seen a kitten. "Uh, does it look a lot like our cat?" "Yes, but younger. She's been missing and my kids are worried about their new kitten." "That was
your kitten? I'm sorry, but we gave her away." Good thing everyone involved is friends and a phone call later, Little Fluffy was back at her original home with her original owners. When she wanders through our yard occasionally, Cate and I pet her and love her and are so glad she's our neighbor. Then I send her on home because
I don't even like cats.