To be clear, I didn’t initate this. It just sort of happened.
A box of five kittens found by the road. A post for help from a neighbor who picked them up. My wife looking at our neighborhood Facebook group a just the right/wrong time. Intense lobbying by my daughter. A visit to the neighbors “just to see them.” Running to the pet store right before they close for supplies.
And now we have two kittens living in the house.
That all happened, and quickly, a week ago. Just after the puppy fiasco became a not-so-distant memory.
I know it’s confusing. I’m confused too!
I guess I didn’t stop it from happening, but I certainly wasn’t pushing it. Technically we’re still fostering the cats. Yup. Fostering.
They are cute.
Comments welcome!