So, we're having a little dinner party, you know, a nice one with cloth napkins and sauce made from scratch. Conversation is animated and Obama-laden. Lots of wine. Mid-fork I see something scurry by. Welcome to the country where men are real and so are the rodents.
So what's a girl to do?
Bring home the kittens! Our girls are rescue kitties from Mississippi (vet website here), sassy little felines who had us from first meow. They're 12 weeks old, weigh 2.6 pounds each and whether or not they ever catch a mouse they've made mousse out of us.
Franny, top; Zooey, bottom (cuteness all around)
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