When I met Handsome Hubby and fell deeply madly forever in love, I knew I was in for a life that would include some four legged creatures. He was born and bred on a horse farm, surrounded by creatures big and small. Dogs, Cats, Horses, they were part of who he was.
Fast forward about 15 years and Hubs and I have it pretty well sorted out. We have two beautiful girls, a black lab, and 1 smelly fish.
That, I thought, was that.
Until my wonderful Mother In Law stepped in. Yes, I have to put the blame somewhere. MIL had found the cutest kitty that ever lived. We simply had to go and take a look at this poor baby, because being the animal lovers that we are, clearly we are the ones most easily guilted into “saving” poor kitty.
I took the bait. What the hell was I thinking? For the past two weeks every conversation has revolved around cats, kittens and included some kind of begging from the small people in my house.
At this point I should probably mention my ten year old daughter has asked for a kitten for Christmas every year since she was two. BlueEyes sleeps with a stuffed cat we have affectionately dubbed flat cat due to fact that it has been cuddled with for so long and so hard that it is in fact FLAT.
So the update.
MIL now informs me the Mama Kitty has come back. She rubbed up against the legs of FIL, accepted some food from him, collected her cutest kitty ever and MOVED ON! Took that free kitty and left. My babies actually cried. And secretly, I was a little disappointed? Huh? I didn’t expect that.
I have always thought that cats were, well…kind of spooky.
Scary light up eyes.
Sneaky little suckers.
I feel like it is now or never. 10 more years and my girls are off to University, Hubs and I off to travel the world right?
We have the girls hopes up so high. Thanks MIL.
Kittens are ridiculously cute.
Maybe it would help me to get over the no third baby thing?
My girls did promise to scoop all poop, vacuum all hair, clean up general grossness. (yeah unrealistic, I know)
The biggest thing….It would make their little dreams come true and how often do you really get to play Fairy God Mother and make a dream come true?
So with the power of the Internet I started combing breeders, kitty sites, and shelters looking to see if there were any more Kitty’s that needed to be rescued.
OK so there are like a million of them.
Then we made the rounds.
We went to Pet Stores. Shelters. Farms.
Was I trying to talk myself into a kitty or out of one?
Are we adopting? AHHH! I don’t know for sure, but we are going back to see a cute white little baby with the Pushover Hubby tomorrow.
Things don’t look great for me, my vacuum and the dog.