
Yep, I'm a sucker...
It all happened yesterday when I heard a knock on the door. My neighbors were out of town for the weekend and his mom had come to check on his house. When she checked on it she heard crying in the backyard, so she went to see what it was. It was a tiny kitten that "she couldn't bring home because she has 2 dogs". I made the mistake of going back to look at it with her. It was just so tiny and helpless I couldn't help myself. I mean, the poor thing still had it's umbilical cord in! So... to keep a long story short, I brought it home with me.
I'm now waking up every 4 hours in the night to feed it, it's $16 a can kitty formula, out of it's kitty bottle. Did I mention how I've never really ever cared much for cats. Sooooo....
I've got a dilemma now. The lady at the pet store told me it was a 50/50 chance it would even survive being this young without it's mom. The longer I help it survive, the more I get attached to the dang thing. And then there is Devan. He tells EVERYONE, how we have a new pet now, and how it's going to grow SO big. And he asks me, "Do we get to keep it forever?" How the heck do I say no to that.
But then I think... I REALLY don't want a house pet. Maybe, if we had hardwood floors, but the thought of cat hair everywhere creeps me out. So I think of it as an outdoor pet, and then I think of all the crap I'd have to clean up off of the lawn, ugh, and who knows what kind of gross stuff it would get into.
And then I go back to thinking about Devan, and how excited he is to finally have a pet, and I end up keeping the kitty for another day because I can't figure out how to tell him without breaking his heart :-( What to do, what to do...