Yes. We really did.
I know. We just got a puppy. And an angora rabbit (named Moonstone for the record. I don't think I ever told you his name.)
But a kitten really rounds out the domestic animal herd, doesn't it? One old dog and one puppy, one old cat and one kitten, and a bonus rabbit. (I'm not counting the fish, tadpoles, and occasional snakes.)
Over the past couple of months my kids have slowly tamed a wild kitten at a farm where Sage takes a class. This is one kitten of many from two litters born to semi-wild cats that live in the barn.
Every Tuesday the kids come home with stories of the sweet little black kitten who let them hold him. Sometimes Pete (the practical no-more-pets guy) even talks up how unbelievably cute this little one is.
And because Pete normally takes the kids to class I hadn't met the kitten yet.
But this week. This week I took the kids to class.
(That was our fatal error.)
I called Pete half-way through class. There was a small and sweet kitten asleep in my lap. I believe my exact question was, "Would it ruin your day if I brought that kitten home?"
And his response was an immediate, "Is it the black one? Isn't he adorable?!"
And so we did. We brought him home.
He's a barn cat, we rationalized. We just need the barn.
And oh, my. He's so darn cute. Last night he slept in my bed in the crook of my arm, just like my kids did when they were babies.
Eeek! A kitten!
