I found someone to adopt our kittens. The kids had to say goodbye today. The three oldest cried their eyes out. Kitty-the-human-and-now-the-only-remaining-Kitty-in-our-home keeps wandering around the house asking, “Where kitty kitty go? Where kitty kitty go?” Probably because she is in the mood for some sort of kitty mischief. It has been a very sad afternoon here at Pemberley.
Maybe I have no soul, but I can’t stop smiling. Mr. Darcy, too. I no longer have to worry that I have spent the last three weeks bottle feeding and butt-wiping baby kittens just for Kitty to kill them in one unsupervised moment by throwing them down the stairs.
That reminds me… Lizzy actually did that when she was 4 years old. My friend was babysitting her and Lizzy found their newborn kittens and chucked them down their stairs. She didn’t actually kill the kittens, but she knocked one out cold. That was not a great Mommy moment. Wow, I hadn’t thought of that in years. I will now do my best to repress that memory once again.
Anyway… no more kittens. And there was much rejoicing. Also, much weeping. They’ll get over it.