On a walk to my in-law’s yesterday for supper we though we heard a cat, or a bird. We kept walking. On the way home, in the dark (Hubby & I both had a flashlight) we heard it again. Only this time, we saw a kitten in the ditch. Needless to say, after making a couple calls, we have a kitten. It’s clean, friendly, litter trained and quite small. So far it is only upsetting Willie (cat), Shady (cat) could careless, Luca (dog) is in love of course as he thinks he is a cat.
A is loving “Mickey”, she named him. Her first choice was her own full name, which all of her dolls are named. B hasn’t scared it away yet. She had one handful of ear and one of whiskers this morning and the kitten didn’t say or do anything. I figure little Miss B might be up for learning to crawl now that there is a moving target.
I went back and forth about keeping this cat, a lot. I lost the battle when A started crying because she wanted to be his mommy.
Oh, and Mickey could really be a Minnie for all we know.