Once upon a time a tiny, half-starved kitten showed up in Grandpa Babe's shop and walked right into Rander's waiting arms.
It was all shivery and hungry. And pathetic, kind of like the mom who agreed to let the children bring it in the house long enough to warm it up and give it some milk.
I kept telling them she was going back outside, but Rand just kept hugging her and saying, "I love her! She my best fwend!"
And the next thing I knew Yaya and Grandpa were bringing in their old litter box, and the children were naming her.
It's been 3 weeks, and this is still happening.
Sigh.
Aunt Darby's right. We got kittened.
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