because the last thing this household needs is another living, breathing creature added to it, but my kids fell in love with these kittens today.
A friend has been fostering a litter of 4 kittens since they were less than two weeks old (the mama cat was hit by a car) and is bottle feeding them every 3 hours.
I knew my cat-loving boy would jump at the chance to snuggle and feed some kittens so we went over to her house today.
They just started walking and have needle sharp claws!
They’re about 4 weeks old now — 2 more weeks of bottle feeding.
She thinks she’s an excellent cat mama. Poor kitty.
Caleb’s favorite kitty, Sweetie.
Carter’s favorite is Simba. They both want to adopt “their” kitty.
Caleb has been wanting a cat since we left for Egypt — he wanted to adopt the millions of street cats that we saw there. I told him that as long as we had a cat (who was living out her old lady days in Santa Cruz with my parents) that we couldn’t get another cat. But now that Daisy has gone on to kitty heaven, he thinks it’s perfect timing. I was thinking perfect timing would be after our next move . . . but he’s been waiting almost 3 years. That’s 1/3 of his life. Poor kid.
Armfuls of fuzz.
It would be totally stupid to get a cat now — especially with our dog, all the extra paperwork and expense trying to get it off the island when we move, so of course we’ll probably end up with one. Good grief.