Sometimes everything just comes to a grinding halt and life takes a big old left turn.
4:30 PM my friend K calls me. "Come over here right now and bring your children."
Me: "What's going on?"
K: "You have to see what's here."
Well, guess what was there.
You guessed it. A kitten. All black, approximately 8 weeks old, a little girl. She's gorgeous, but in this picture she looks sort of like a cross between a bat and a bear cub.
K couldn't keep her. So guess who was at the store at 7:00 buying cat litter and toy mice?
Saber is in the dark about the whole thing. He won't like it one bit. I'll be off to the vet tomorrow for a checkup, but I'm pretty sure this is the fourth child all those psychics predicted I would have.