Grandma came for dinner last night just before the Hunny got home from work. Maybelline was telling the story of how she found the kitty just as Hunny walked in the door. So he sat down to hear the story of the cat. About three sentences in, when Maybelline said, "The cat's been scratching at this door down the street for about three days ...", the Hunny did a double take.
"What? How long had you been watching this cat? Even I'm not that heartless." Our children's heart for the wounded and defenseless of the world has touched him. That and hearing Little Guy go on about wanting to run an animal shelter when he grows up, and this is the perfect way to practice. Seriously, Little Guy has always wanted to run an animal shelter. I keep telling him to major in business and marketing so his shelter will stand on it's on and thrive. He has the drive.
I looked into the garage last night, to make sure the door was shut, and saw that it had been left open about a foot and a half. And there was a bowl of cat food just inside the door. And Little Guy said that Dad told him to feed the cat.
Now the real problem: Maybelline has already named this thing Twilight (I thought she said Toilet), Little Guy named her KitKat, and I've named her Bella. It suits her. She's plain but beautiful all at once. A stray in need of love and affection. And maybe the cat-eating dogs will let her stay?
Wait! Don't go! I sat on the front stoop last night, after calling Bella out from the garage, and took pictures. I didn't realize how difficult it would be to photograph a love starved kitten. She was rubbing all over me, playing with the camera strap, rolling off the stoop. Silly kitty. Here, with no narration, are photos:
Until I write again ...