One of the most fun things that has happened for us since we've been here in Morgan is the kids' little kitties. We've had them for about two weeks, and I gotta say we might never get a puppy. Ever. These little kitties are so easy, it's like they're not even around. And they were free. And one of them has already caught two mice before my very eyes. And they've used their litter box since the day we got them (with one exception of a poop on the stairs that my dad stepped in at 5 in the morning in his SOCKS. I'm laughing smuggly into my sleeve.)
The kids LOVE them. They take them on the swings and down the slide. They've been stuffed into the sprinklers and dipped into a bucket. They have been squeezed and tossed and squished and kissed. LOVE them.
I let the kids name them, which has been the only challenge. (Keep in mind that they are both male.)
We started out with Sammy and Flower.
Then Sam and Dandylion.
Then O'Malley and Dandy.
Then Oliver and Seraphina.
Then Garfield and Figaro.
This is where it stays for now. I've just kindof started calling them Kitties as their formal name. And they can stay as long as they like. Ecspecially if they help us out with the mice.