we've owned two kittens in the past month. the first was white with darling little spots and we called her lemon. she literally jumped into our car and -you guessed it- our hearts. pearl smothered her with all the love she could muster, which was a whole lotta smothering love. and then, the next day, lemon was gone. we hope she jumped into someone else's car, even though that hurts our feelings. because there is another likely alternative. (r-a-c-c-o-o-n-s).
we went on a hike up the hill behind the house last week and heard the whines of our next little friend. it followed us home and we fed her and milo named the little orange gal batman. and once again pearl had something to smother with love. but batman wasn't happy being an outside cat and was following other hikers around too, until a lady knocked on the door yesterday and practically told me she was taking batman because she fostered animals for the humane society. and i kind of shrugged my soldiers and let her. and i haven't told my kids. and i miss that little bugger.
and this is the story of the month the unthinkable happened- we became a cat family. (ashley smith, are you proud?)
p.s. this is pearl when she has a kitty:
this is pearl when her mother heartlessly gives it away to the first strange cat lady she sees:
(paul giamatti face. i told you it was real.)