Again, I offer these cute kitten photos. I offer them up as evidence of this little girl’s extreme cuteness. You’ll note that they are blurry. That is because, when released from the confines of the cage in which she lived in the backroom of our house for the past two days, she is so full of energy that she is unable to stop moving for more than a fraction of a second.
It is plain to me that you cannot live one more day, perhaps even one more hour, without adopting this poor, orphaned kitten that we found in a ditch. This is a wise instinct. Once, a few years ago, Amber and I took care of a kitten. It died the next day. See what happens when we take care of kittens?
Last year, we took on a pair of kittens (don’t miss the high-larious picture of Wendy getting a bath). We gave them away. Why? Because we don’t want a cat. We’re not going to have this one either. I’m serious. Don’t mess with me on this.
In summary, we have an eight-week old kitten. She is cute. You should own her. You need only ask and she will be yours. If you do not adopt her, we will take her to the SPCA, where they will likely kill her. And that will weigh very heavily on your soul. Perhaps eternally.