On having kittens…

A year ago when a cat decided to choose our garden pump box to birth her litter, we had no idea how it would change our life!

We ended up adopting Cassie!

She had another litter, in my pantry, this time.  All four little squirmies were darling but we decided 5 cats in the house were just TOO much!  We made arrangements to donate the four kittens once they were old enough to be weaned.

When the time came, weeping, lamentation and fervent promises to be responsible pet owners caused our hardened parent hearts to relent…long story short, we have two kittens, along with Cassie!  Brandon claimed Trigger and Ria, Oliver.  (Hey, three is better than five, and honestly, how cruel did you think we could be?!)

We had Cassie undergo a planned parenthood regime and get updated with her shots.  This would be her last litter.

Two went for adoption and two stayed. They too got their shots and yup, no posterity prospects for them either!   Cassie came home from the doctor and went nuts looking for the kittens, filling us with a good amount of guilt but then she settled with the two.

The children have proved faithful.  Both Adam and I are still in a state of mild shock.  They faithfully take care of the litter box and make sure the cats are indoors before dark.  We are all terribly attached to them now.  Sometimes we crack up just watching them play!

Here are a few pictures of these adorable peskies caught in the act of pure, but irresistibly forgivable naughtiness!

Two of my favorites shots…no need for words!