Just before Valentines Day, Hannah found this little stray kitty outside our house. I am NOT a cat person. I told my kids that they can't have cats because we have had bad luck with them peeing all over...girl cat, boy cat, it doesn't matter. So, Hannah decided that this poor kitty needed to come inside since it was so cold outside. Her and her father smuggled him in and set up a litter box, food, water, and a bed for him. I actually didn't see him until the next morning. I reluctantly agreed that he could stay until he peed somewhere he shouldn't. Well, it still hasn't happened yet, and he now has a name (Mee-Mow), is neutered, got a collar and name tag, so I guess he's staying. We still aren't great friends, him and I, but he is kind of a funny little thing. He sleeps in the weirdest places and positions.
