Last night, I was sitting on the sofa with Kevin, mellowing out after a civic meeting I attended. (I am a board member of the Milton Preservation and Beautification Society in my little historic hometown that is so dear to my heart.)
I had been thinking about this a few days, and suddenly just came out and told Kevin:
"I want another cat."
And funny look.
I didn't say anything else.
Sometime during the night I heard my cat Cosette outside fighting with another cat. I went back to sleep.
This morning, as I was trying to get conscious and get up out of bed, I heard a pitiful cry outside my upstairs window.
I bolted straight up out of bed and ran outside in my frumpy pj's towards the cry.
And I discovered this in one of Kevin's hay bines in the side yard/equipment parking lot.
He is about 8 weeks old. He gobbled up a half a cup of cat food with milk, and slept for hours. I think I will keep him, and Splat threw a fit this morning about it. Growling and hissing at him when they were introduced.
I think I will name him Cheddar, or Marmalade. Any good ideas for names?
This is what childless couples do...... collect cats. I promise, I am not crazy..........