I heard a knock on the door on Tuesday night at 9:30. Greg opened the door and there before us was a kids nascar lunch box. Suspicious of what may be in it, Greg picked it up and turned it over. There was a slight weight in it but didn't really feel anything moving in it. There was a note attached.
"If you want to keep the cat, please throw our lunchbox back on the street. If you don't want the cat, please set this back on the sidewalk. Thank you."
So we opened up the box and saw inside a tiny little black kitten! What in the world would we do with this? We tried to call out for whoever to come back for their cat, but no one answered. Greg walked around the corner to try and find the owner but didn't see anyone. So after a little bowl of milk, we put the kitten in the dog kennel. I thought a kitten wouldn't make more noise than a puppy, but the constant mewing ALL NIGHT LONG was enough to drive us nuts.
A short call to Animal Control, and a quick pickup on Wednesday morning and "Blackie" was gone.
We had a goodnight's sleep last night.
So the other night, Greg had fallen asleep before I did, as is usual. I had an itch to be funny and give him a pedicure as he slept. I painted his pretty toes a nice shade of Raspberry. He awoke early before me. He didn't have his glasses on as he slipped on his shoes to run to the store and to Starbucks. He thought he saw a shadow on his foot... As he walked into King Soopers, wearing his sandals, he was shocked to see polish on his feet! He gingerly walked into the store, toes curled under, and proceeded to the aisle with the polish remover. Thank goodness it was early, and the store was uncrowded, and he was grateful for self-check-out!
Meet Tom and Rose, our pseudo-ducks. They visit the neighborhood every year and go house-to-house asking for bread and water. We watch for them every summer. This is the 5th year they have been our guest.
Aunt Lizette reading a bedtime story to the girls.
At the park with Darren and Lizette.
