I thought I was going to spend the day gardening, but it snowed last night. So that was out.
Then I thought I was going to spend the day planting more seeds indoors. But that didn't happen.
Something...something came up.
A kitty named Basta.
A hand raised, bottle fed, 4 week old kitty named Basta.
Close up of cuteness!
Oh and he brought his brother and sister.
I've seen Emma make that same face.
Jag is the only girl. There are two boys. The first one, the one that looks like mini-Pixel, is currently named Basta since he talks alot (Basta is Italian for Enough!). His crying saved their lives. Apparently momma kitty (outdoor, feral farm cat) went away one day and didn't come back. Heather heard his crying and rescued them from imminent doom. They were only a few days old when that happened and she's been bottle feeding them ever since.
Every two hours.
Yeah, she's tired.
I can't remember what this kitty's name is currently. He's a beautiful all-over marmalade color with spots on his belly and a swirl on his side. When I held him, he snuggled into my arms and my brain ran out of my ears in a rushing stream of hot goo and all the reasons I don't need another cat ran out with it.
If you zoom in, you can see many of the tiny scratches on Heather's arms that she gets while feeding the kittens. And I thought the twins had sharp fingernails!
I'm not sayin' I'm gettin' another kitten.
Heather was dropping Tara off for a playdate with Caitlin and just "happened" to have a box o' kitties with her. I'm just sayin' they all came in and we sat on the floor and played with kittens for a few...hours. And snuggled them. And waved them in Eric's general direction.
What better way to spend a Monday?
Say it with me, now: "Eeeeeeeee!"