The day we got back from our camping trip, we noticed 3 teeny tiny kittens in our back yard...actually living under our house. No sign of the mother! I let the boys give them milk because they were scrawny and crying....stupid move on my part. They wouldn't leave after that!
After much begging, pleading, and gnashing of teeth, I decided to let the boys keep one of the kittens (the one William is holding in the first picture). They were allowed to keep it on a few conditions:
1) They will take care of it, not me
2) The cat will never enter the house. When we move back to FW, we will likely have to find a home for him, as most neighborhoods do not allow outside cats. I am NEVER having an indoor cat again.
So far, so good. The boys named him Nelson, as we are currently working our way through the Cosby Show series, and these cats happened upon us just as the twins Winnie and Nelson were born...
We "surrendered" the other 2 to the vet, and there you go. We have a pet.