I don't know if I've mentioned that I foster kittens. There is a male siamese and a female tabby. Both are very cute...but also very curious. The male got out today as I was leaving to go shop the Sunday morning thrift market.
As I was backing out, I hear this "waahmeowww". I sat there for a few minutes trying to decied how I'm going to explain my dead foster kitten to the rescue groups owners. Then the thought crossed my mind that it might not be all the way dead. If it needed to be finished off, I would either have to take it to the emergency vet and pay $65 to euthanize it, or I could turn the job over to my husband (don't even ask). Just as I pulled my emergency brake to get out of my car, I see the white fur ball dash into my back yard.
Hmmmm.
So I went about my day. When I came home, I found him down stairs napping with his tread mark stained on his white neck. He was fine. But he only has 8 more lives left.
By the way, I opened my own dance studio. First classes start in a few days. I hope it goes well.
Today, Mr. Hot and I are going to take Teenie E. to the county fair to ride ponies, pet pigs, smell cows and eat cotton candy. As soon as the temperature drops below 95 degrees, we will go. (Probably at 7-8pm)
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