Hell froze over

I am not an animal lover. I would certainly never hurt them intentionally, but when it comes to pets...let's just say I'd rather have another kid to take care of than an animal. Especially one in the house.

So, you can imagine my dismay, as we recently paid $10 for kitten formula and bottles. Yes, I said kitten formula.

Caleb and Skipper

Brayden and Nala

Our next door neighbors moved last week. They were supposed to move to Boise. The mom and three kids went first, to get the oldest started in school, whild Dad stayed behind to finish up his job. While mom and kids were there, they took on two little kittens whose mother had died before they were old enough to be apart. In the meantime, the Dad's boss gave him an offer he couldn't refuse, so they decided to stick around this area. Mom and kids came back, and they found a new apartment...that didn't allow pets.

So, at 9:00 the night before they moved, they came over with their kids and their kittens. The mom said, "Lori is heartbroken about giving these kittens away. The only way she says she'll do it is if they go to your boys."

Now you have to understand that Lori has recently been through a traumatic experience AND she was in our primary class. What was I supposed to do?

Yesterday morning, I stepped outside and found that one of them had died. I couldn't find the other one, but the boys were weeping and wailing all morning. Just before I took the boys to school, I found the missing one...alive, and cold. The boys went to school sobbing over their lost kitten. I came home from dropping the kids off, and found that Dillon had brought the dead kitten into my livingroom (hard, stiff, cold...) and Todd was placing it in a box to bury it. He was just about to close the flaps on the box...when it BREATHED.

So then what do you do? You stick it on a heating pad, of course. (Although, Todd suggested we put it in the freezer...you Office fans will appreciate that :o)) So I spent half my day yesterday, giving this cat a warm sponge bath, dripping formula into it's mouth, and even PRAYING for it (this was purely for Brayden's sake). By about noon the thing perked up and started walking around!

Brayden cried tears of joy when he got home from school and saw that his kitten was still alive. And now, because of all my hard work, I get to have two kittens sleeping in my kitchen at night so they don't freeze to death.

Oh, and I got on the Internet to read up on "kitten care" while I was nursing the "dead" cat, and found out that the mother cat is supposed to lick the kitten's anus to stimulate it to poop.

I don't care if Hell has frozen over. That's NOT gonna happen.