Apparently, my husband and I have decided to be a crazy cat couple.
We have 3 cats and one dog. Okay technically, we have a cat and a dog and my son has a cat and my youngest daughter has another cat. But we all live in one house, so I stand my my original count.
When my oldest moved out, she got a dog then she got a kitten. The friend whom she got a kitten from has a cat who after having one litter decided to get pregnant with another litter.
Since the friend couldn’t have 8 cats in an apartment, my oldest asked if we could take two. Apparently kittens are like aspirin, they come in doses of two.
Hubby said no. I said we’d think about it. The weekend neared its inevitable conclusion and hubby asked if I’d decided about the kittens.
My answer, “Well, we’d had four cats. Then one died and we still go through the same amount of food, but now the dog is getting fat from eating all the leftovers.”
His reply. “So we should get the kittens.”
Do the math: Kitten + Kitten = Cat.
So we got them. Meet Pluto and Gus-gus (named after the mice in Cinderella)