Last year, around Christmastime, we had a stray cat show up on our doorstep. She was actually a kitten. The kids immediately fell in love with her and thought she was an early Christmas present. This was the time our home was in the middle of a remodel and much of our stuff was being stored in the garage. I thought I could solve two problems at once. The kids had always wanted a kitten and the garage was starting to get a mouse smell. Inviting the kitten to live in the garage made everyone happy (except the mice.) We were actually under the impression that the cat was a male until he had kittens in our garage! That was our Memorial Day surprise.
After eight weeks, we soon had three kittens we needed to find homes for. James took the kids to the local grocery store with a box marked "free kittens". Within twenty minutes they were back home. I was surprised they were able to unload the kittens that quickly--until I heard mewing. The box was still full. Apparently one of the kittens had escaped into the store. James and Heather were back and forth between crates trying to lure the kitten out when store personnel asked what was going on. They quickly caught the kitten and rushed home. We then posted the kittens online but got no responses. Our last resort was to load the kittens up and drive them to Beaver where they became barn cats.
With the kittens in a new home, we decided to "fix" the stray cat that has made our house its home. I decided I couldn't make a trip to Beaver everytime she had kittens. The vet insisted we give the cat a name so they could identify her. We are now the new owners of a stray cat we call "Kitty."
