Meow

Honor, holding a smooth oval rock: "Mama, when will my kitties hatch?"

Mama: ?

?

.....Ethan?!?

Ethan: Yeah. Um. I told her they were kitten eggs.

Kitty eggs

Remember those Kitty Eggs? I don't know how I forgot such an important detail, but ...um, er....it hatched. Yes, back during our freak ice storm, a full grown cat apparently sprung from it's egg.

And just try to convince my daughter otherwise.

*sigh* This child is so beautiful it hurts. I digress. But it's my blog, so I'm allowed.

Remember this being a fear of mine once upon a time? Yeah. Well. Our hatched kitty had kitties.

Four of the cutest little things you ever saw.

This adorable gal, now named Cindy, went home with a dear friend. The twin, white sistas went together to another family. I'm not a big animal person, but these little things did seem to be just the best of friends. I was thrilled they got to stay together.

And this fat little fuzzball with the skunk stripe stayed with us. His name is Pepe. The mama kicked the bucket found a new home just a week after weaning them, so we are down to one cat now. Honor found another kitten egg and started to throw it out in the yard, but I wasn't taking any chances. I sent the egg home with Cindy's new owner. Let them deal with it.