We had a kitten. For one day. Well, to be honest, we didn’t really “have” it at all, but in the kids’ dreams it was ours and it played with them every day and they were the perfect owners…always loving it and taking care of its’ every need. They even had the kitten named. Abby.
I’ll back up and explain: The stray cat that for some reason loves our back yard had babies…in our back yard. Five of them. Claire and her friend discovered them behind one of our bushes one day, and by the time they told me about it they had them all named. Dave was ecstatic to hear about this while he was up in Utah over Spring Break. He immediately told me to call the humane society and get them to come pick them up. But how can you do that when you have a child with a face that looks like this:So they stayed. Right there in the bushes. The kids thought they were the best. Max and Elle fell in love with them when they got home. The phrase “We HAVE to keep them!” was ringing through my ears over and over again. Then on Saturday when the kids went out to visit “their” beloved kittens they were all gone…all except for one tiny baby who could barely walk and who still didn’t even have her eyes all the way opened up yet. Abby. She had been abandoned. We tried to feed her with a bottle but she was too little. The girls (especially Elle) were teary-eyed with worry. And Dave vowed that it was either him or the kitten. So reluctantly the kids chose Dave (just kidding about that, but they REALLY loved that kitten) and we packed up little Abby and took her to Petco where the loving cashier promised the girls she’d find little Abby a good home.
This is how Claire looked on the way home. Dreams of another pet dashed, but resolved that all would be ok, because hey, she still gets her dad…who I must admit is a pretty cool dad.