My husband came home Saturday with a kitten. Or rather, he sent my 5 year old in clutching the dang thing under her chin and uttering an almost incoherent stream of begging. He then proceeded to tell me that he told our animal-adoring child that if I said no they'd have to take it back. If I said no. Yeah, sure, make Mom the bad guy. The mangy thing was in my house. There was no way I was getting it back out again.
And okay, considering I already have 3 you might be asking, "What's one more?" I'll tell you.
My darling husband deposited the thing (which was filthy and truly ugly) along with my daughter in our den and then promptly disappeared into our bedroom to take a nap. Now, he did take the girls out that morning so I could sleep until 9 and read until 11 so I'm not begrudging him the nap - he really deserved it. What I do begrudge is the fact that as soon as he woke up he disappeared again with the girls leaving me with the thing - which promptly spent the next several hours yaking on everything (including my bed). The poor little mite stank to high heaven, was shaking like a little leaf, and truly felt miserable. And I got to clean up after it and cuddle it in a towel until they got home. We gave it a bath (probably not the best idea in hindsight but it really did reek). By Saturday night DH and I honestly thought the little thing was going to die. It just laid there in a miserable heap, dehydrated, wouldn't eat, wouldn't drink - not even the goat milk we put in a bottle for him. We finally did coax him to down several pieces of kitten food. We hand fed him every hour for several hours until we were sure he wasn't going to get sick again, then set a bowl of water next to him and let him curl up and sleep.
By the morning he was a completely different animal. Now he's running around, chasing his tail, being a real kitten. He's still very skinny (we don't think the people who had him were feeding him anything just letting him fend for himself outside) and still ugly in an adorable, kinda cute way. Sweet Pea named him Garrett - a name that's practically bigger than he is. In a few short days he's already become a member of the family. Dang it! Just what I needed one more four legged animal to follow me around. Seriously, there's not enough room in the bed at night for DH, me, the cats and now the kitten. Hmm, maybe his punishment will be buying me a bigger bed ;-D