. . .whatever is in the gray box that has my children so transfixed.
I KNOW it is neither chickens. . .nor a rabbit. . .nor either of the two reptiles we own. So it would have to be. . .
KITTENS!!!!! Yes. I know. There appear to be THREE kittens in the carrier when I said, in fact, that we would be getting two. *AHEM.* I must admit it took a lot of restraint not to take all five they were such a pretty little litter. We KNEW we wanted the gray, and then Thad found one he HAD to have and so did Victoria, so three. They are all sisters. The two we left behind are brothers and are going to a horse farm to be champion mousers and protect the horses’ grain.
The kids are ready for them to wake up. Thad says he “wants to see some action.” I have assured them that like all babies, they WILL wake up at some point, but they’ve had a big morning what with being held and driven and moved and jostled and having their littles senses barraged with new sights and scents and sounds. You know? Those little girls have a great thing going. . .I might take a cat nap myself.