There's one born every minute...

Ok, I am in Staples yesterday with my husband and nephew. For those of you wondering why my husband is always with me and not at work, he is unemployed and looking. Anyway my sister Anna calls, "do you still have the kitten?" Her kitten she got a few weeks ago decided it wanted to leave the comforts of home and ran away. So, we get to keep Dash and we are all happy about it. Leroy is just grinning from ear to ear. He had made a phone call to her when we first caught the kitten and pleaded with her to no avail for Dash. So when his other kitten ran away he was happy because now he got to keep Dash, the one he found.

So Dash is now in our bathroom getting acclimated to the sounds and people around here. She wasn't using the litter box but last night she finally did, we are so proud. We bought her a few toys and she is playing with them and us now. She is so cute, every time you pet her or she starts to play with a toy she purrs, it is so funny. Leroy asked me, because she purrs so much and so long, how long can a cat purr? I guess that is a good question.

Enough Already...

Ok what is it with animals. I think the word got out in the neighborhood among all the beasts that I would care for them if they needed it. The other day my cute and adorable little nephew comes running in the house. Remember we are still fresh from the bunny dieing, so he is hunting for little beasts to bring to me. 'Licia I found a kitten! The thought goes through my head, did my big mean nasty cat revert to killing its own kind? And if he did do I really want to deal with that? So I ask, "is it alive?" Leroy then looks at me like why wouldn't it be and says "yeah". So I go outside, out shoots this black streak across my yard an into my husbands shed. Great.

To make a long story short I had to get my husband and some sliced turkey meat to get this kitten out. It is screaming and trying to bite and clawing and my adorable nephew exclaims, "how cute!" Needless to say he is not the one holding this Tasmanian devil, I am!

We put it in the animal carrier we have and leave it in the shed overnight, because i am not sure it doesn't have fleas or ticks at this moment and I want to go to bed.

This morning I go out, reach in, thinking to myself how dumb I am because it is going to rip my hand apart, but it doesn't and I pick her up and she starts purring. I bring her in the house and we now have her in the bathroom. I am getting attached so I have told my husband that we are definitely taking her to the pound tomorrow when they open because I can't have another cat.

By the way, we named her dash. :)