I love animals. Really. Especially when they are at the zoo, on a farm, or at the pet store. I love them anywhere but in my house. I love when other people take care of them and clean up after them. So how did this happen? A persistent husband is the culprit. He has been begging (and bugging) me for anything furry for the last year and a half, and I finally fell in love. But I am not the only one in love. So are the kids. Meet “Harley”. She lets the kids carry her like a stuffed animal. And even though she looks like one below, she IS real and she is a wonderful addition to our home. And just in case you were wondering, hell did not freeze over.
In fact the kids are so crazy about this 2 year old kitty we adopted that I have to set the timer so everyone gets a turn holding her. If that’s a precursor to bringing home a little brother or sister (this is not an announcement) then I am set.