DAMN!

YES, we know it is a HBO word but there are some circumstances that warrant saying DAMN every now and then.  Some.

"Why do I feel like we live in the weirdo house on the block??"

SO yesterday Mom was getting ready to go to work, and she stepped outside and there on the back steps were these two.

She almost squished them from not paying attention to where she was stepping!  At first she thought they were the wild 4 kittens that lives in the church garden shed but then she realized they were much smaller and very tame. 

WELL its stinkin hot out outside, and no momma cat is around so what does our MOM do.........yes, she took them in the house to DAD.  

And went to work.

Dad called her and said the little black/white one had a bad sore on his neck so mom called the vet and in the afternoon took Henri (well you can't call him the black and white kitten all day long) to the vet.   It turns out he and his he/she (we don't know so we just call her/him chubby) fleas all over them, ALL OVER THEM.  Mom freaks out, like losing her crap freaking out cos she hates fleas, ...so the vet treats Henri and Chubs for fleas, and worms and looks at Henri's neck.  He had a big hole created by a horrible type of larvae that kittens can get.  Mom cannot say the name it is so long.  But thankfully it had left Henri's body and not lodged in his spine or brain as it usually does.  Yes, we know this is grossing everyone out.

SO Mom brings him back home, and in two days they can have a bath.  The fleas are finally gone this morning but Mom is going back to the vet to get us all a special pill just in case one or two escaped.........ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

We know these kittens are part of the kittens that live at KEVIN'S house and somehow they just wondered over to ours, .........we do believe there is a invisible sign blinking 24 hours a day that says stop here, this MOM and DAD will take care of you.

Cotton thinks they are trouble...........and she mostly punished them all day by slapping the poop out of them and rolling them around on the floor.  You know her normal self.

Are you nuts Mom??

Mom why are those kittens PLAYING in my kitty litter??

Mom I think that gray one is a fat chipmunk and not a kitten, GET OUT OF MY KITTY LITTER!!!

I fink mom is going to call me Eleanor if I am a girl.

Its okay sis we are safe now.


Of course Gussie is patrolling the baby gate all night long, trying to figure out how one became three.  I just go with the flow and sleep on my cooling mat cos it is going to be 104 out today, and Mags just don't care.   Mom says we will need to find good homes for Henri and Eleanor and then she is building a Donald Trump wall all around her house, .....you know she won't do that.

Stella Rose