Here in Stepford (the 'hood) we often have gatherings on Friday nights that range from planned potluck affairs to ringing someone's door bell and announcing that we are all coming in....sorry Elaina.
Friday night as I was walking to one such event I heard the distinctive cry of a kitten in distress. I approached the immaculately groomed bush in which it was hiding (in my neighbor Desiree's yard) to see what I could see. I couldn't coax it out and since it wasn't near her very expensive "custom lighting story" I knew I needed a flashlight. I rang Desiree's door but she was out, the nerve!
I sprang into action.
Two hours later I returned to the scene with Chi-Chi, Sissy and Ada-lee armed with a flashlight. We found the kitten. It was so tiny that we thought, only for a moment, that it might be a mouse. However, the vocalization clearly said feline and the face was of that most adorable variety.
Alone. Crying. In need of mother's milk. Amidst 4 mother's whose children were now all whining "Can we keep it?". Who would be the hero?
Chi-Chi was the one most likely candidate, she has two kids and no furry pets (which means she practically lives alone) but sadly (with no doctor's note, mind you) she says she is allergic. Really?
Hmmmm.....Sissy is always on the lookout for new souls to care for -- she has three kids, a dog, a cat, two frogs and a clean laundry room. She says she is afraid (with no fear whatsoever in her voice) that her dog would eat it. Yeah right.
Ada-Lee has a full house with three kids and two ENORMOUS rotweiler dogs. I am afraid that Ada-Lee's dogs will eat the kitten....sometimes I am afraid that Ada-Lee's dogs will eat me. That's another story.
After much agonizing the other women decided I should keep the kitten. The King was pleased as punch (meaning he was so pleased he almost punched me).
(See Part 2 here)