Well, we had to put our pet kitty to sleep this Wednesday. He was young, wonderful, and my oldest daughter’s buddy. The poor little thing had gotten into poison somewhere, or eaten a rodent that had been poisoned and his liver was failing. It all happened very quickly and while my daughter was on a trip. So the poor girl came back to bad news and she cried all the way home, she loved this kitty.
In the afternoon of the same day, just hours before I was bracing myself to tell Lil that her Figgy had died, my younger daughter walked up to the car after school and showed me the kittens that her and a friend found on the school grounds. Abandoned and too young to fend for themselves. We went back to where they found the kittens, trying to find the mother, or any sign of her or more cats, but we found nothing. The school is under construction and it looks like someone may have come across the kittens and moved them out of harm’s way, but too far for the mother to find them. So we took them home, with a quick stop at the pet store for some formula and a tiny bottle. This daughter lost her cat to illness a few months ago and has been longing for a kitten of her own since then.
It was a difficult time, mourning the grief in one daughter, while being excited for my other daughter. This parenting thing is tricky.
Meet Cholula and Sergeant Pepper, the latest additions to this Madhouse: