Christmas was great. Little One had a great time, and got some nice gifts that she loves. I think her favourite gift though is the little visitor that showed up last night. I'll tell you the story.
Lawn was cleaning up the dishes from a fabulous turkey dinner when he heard a pitiful mewing coming from outside. Well, what can I say, it was Christmas and he found some pity for a poor lost kitty and fed it some left over turkey. I would have too. The cat is quite small and young (less than a year old), fluffy, cute and very affectionate. But of course, after feeding it, it wouldn't leave. It ran around the outside of the house mewing, scratching at the front and back doors, looking in the windows, hanging off the screens and looking oh so cute and pitiful. Lawn put a little more food outside for it, closed the door and we didn't hear from it again. A little while later we looked outside and didn't see it so we went to bed. In the morning when I got up I looked outside again. No cat. "Good", I thought, "it went home". Wrong. A couple of hours later I opened up the front door and who do you think came careening around from the side of the house? Yup. The kitty. It must have spent the night under our truck. I felt bad for it (because it was cold last night) and let it in the house to warm up. We made little bed for it from an old blanket and a box, Lawn went out and bought a small bag of kitten kibble and the little stray now seems quite comfortable and is currently enjoying itself in front of the wood stove. Little One is in 7th Heaven, she played with the kitty all day. The cat seems to be housebroken and it is a very cuddly kitty. I've started putting the word out in our neighbourhood that we've found a little lost kitty, but so far no one has claimed it. Oh man... have we just been adopted by a cat?
