Oh, good. You are right where I left you. Now, for those who know me...You knew the instant 'kitten' popped up in this narrative, something major would happen.
The next morning, I'm pretty sure before sunrise, my youngest was trying to pry my eyelids open in order to see if my phone had rang. I sent them off for hotel breakfast and took advantage of a scalding hot shower in an effort to wake up.
Camren brought me another cup of coffee and to say he can be the sweetest thing on the planet sometimes is an understatement. Garrett came back with a bowl of Cheerios and a banana. I ended up going to the breakfast myself to get a cup of milk for Garrett as he forgot, and a raspberry danish for my "Breakfast".
My phone rang about five minutes after nine in the morning. The animal shelter was prompt, I'll give them that. They had bathed the kitten, gotten it food and water and informed me that not only had the little girl made it through the night, but they were at capacity and unless we came to claim it, it would end up be euthanized.
My heart sank and I knew then that I needed to stop at dollar general and pick up some food for the little bugger as it was only five and a half weeks old. I'm sure my mother was rolling her eyes at how soft hearted I can be but between my own useless self and the boys' big pleading eyes... We ended up taking the little bag of skin and bones of a kitten and claiming it as ours.
And so, once again we set off to West Virginia. One mom, two boys...and a black and white kitten named Gypsy.
What have I gotten myself into now...
Love,
Amie, The Boys and Gypsy