Our most recent summer adventure was our annual pilgrimage to Origins (Origins Game Fair), but just before that, we had a kitten adventure.
The child and I were getting in the car when we heard a sound: "Mew. Mew. Mew. Mew. Mew," coming from the edge of the driveway.
A pair of catbirds nested in one of the yew bushes by the house this year, and they are incredible mimics, so my first thought was, "Wow, that catbird sounds exactly like a cat!"
But I walked over to the rain-sodden irises anyway, and found this:
A smallish, rain-soaked, hungry and alone kitten, around five or six weeks old.
If it was just up to me, I would be happy to add a kitten to the household. But my husband does not like cats. Not even when they are as cute as this:
I probably wouldn't let that stop me, especially when faced with this,
except . . . Ajax likes cats perhaps altogether too much, but not in a cute-photo-of-kitten-snuggling-under-dog-chin way.
More of a tasty-animated-snack-food-on-legs way.
So we had to find a safer home for the kitten, and quickly! Before we left for Origins.
Luckily for the kitten, one of the first people my husband called to ask if they knew anyone looking for a kitten, was looking for one himself. Wow. That was one lucky little kitten.