We have three cats. We do not need another one. We kept telling ourselves that all morning when we went round door to door knocking to see who owned and was missing a black kitten.
We got a ring at our bell ourselves early this morning. A nice old lady in a big straw hat was there to tell us that "our" black kitten was curled up on the tire of the van and we should be careful of it if we were to go anywhere. It took until lunch to realize that the only way she would have known it was there is if she had put it there. By that time the whole neighborhood was hiding from us. We had toted the kitten all over making inquiries, and even though we knew most of them were at home, a very great many people hid instead of answering the door. I reckon straw hat lady had already made the rounds trying to get rid of the kitten. So DH plunked the kitten on me, the kitten does the nose touch and soulfull stare thing, and DH asks, "So do we keep it or call animal control?" Maaaaan, multiple sucker punch!"
So I asked it its name and it said, "Rah-owp-ooomna" and I said "Rasputina it is!" kiri has decided it is a boy and is holding out for another name. We'll see if anything drops and go from there... Meantime I am keeping a sharp eye for a little old lady wearing a big straw hat with humongous silk roses on it.
NightMist new litter box, kitten chow, de-fleaing, future vet bills, free kittens are so expensive...