I have exciting news.
My mom’s boyfriend has cats that live outside his house. He feeds them and takes care of them. Occasionally one of them will get knocked up and have a litter of kittens on his porch.
Generally he just gives them away to people, or lets them join the procreating pool…but this time, he is going to save one for me.
Perhaps my nagging has finally paid off. My mom does seem genuinely excited about getting a little kitten. Before my sister and I were brought into the family, my mom’s babies were her two cats. My sister ruined those poor cats’ lives.
The kitten (who is yet to be named) will live upstairs in my room. I will miss Dakota sleeping with me, but perhaps this cat will like to snuggle…either that, or it’ll just be there to stink up my bathroom and stare at my fish.
No, little tiger kitty. Those fish are not for eating.
I am very excited about the new addition to the family. I just hope the pack leader (A.K.A. my dog, Dakota) will accept her as part of the pack.
