Hide your children, hide your grandmothers!
Hide your dog, hide the kitten you thought was cute last week!
Hide your flea medicine--yeah, go ahead. We de-flead the Flea.
And hide your covetousness, because we think we've found the Flea a home with a lady who will defend her with a broadsword!
It's going to be so hard to let her go for Tim, Cara, and me. She's learned to run and jump this last week, to chase toys and the blue jays who come to my window for peanuts; she's learned to climb my shins to get to my knees (and my attention), and she talks
all of the time. But I think this new home sounds like a good one, and we need to keep space for pregnant cats and older ones that people won't want. Only a dreadful person who would let her get so undernourished that she would appear to be a month younger than she is and who would teach her to be afraid of a rolled up magazine (I was trying to get a fly when I found this out) would not love this little Flea.
She's asleep now. I'd better post this before she wakes up and decides to try and improve on my typing!
Published on October 02, 2010 10:53