First of all, you have to swear to keep a secret. Do you swear? Do you?? All right then.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances (which I cannot imagine), the Pugsley twins have found their new homes!
Yes, I said homes - plural. Don't be disappointed that they won't be staying together. I think you'll approve of their happily-ever-afters. Neither has left the nest yet, but the clock is ticking... Then what?!
So last week I mentioned to Dr. Robbins that I was getting dangerously low on kittens and would be needing a refill sooner than later. But of course, it's the slow season...
I went to lunch and said to Traci who was working Receiving that day, "Traci, I need some kittens!" She smiled, nodded knowingly, (she knows me all too well) and said, "You know how it is this time of year." "Yeah", I said. "I just wanted to plant the seed."
I came back from lunch and said to Traci, "Where are my kittens?" Well, you've no doubt guessed the rest. There was a little black kitten right there on the counter that someone had dropped off during my lunch hour. (Insert smiley face here.) Dr. Robbins would need to have a look, but maybe she'd be mine!
Sure enough, after her baby kitten exam the doc said, "Sue, here's your new kitten! Ask and you shall receive!"
And so I happily received Carmela. What a living doll. She's quarantined from the Pugsleys for now, but I do spend lots of one-on-one with her.
She's made herself right at home.
Rosie cracks me up. She's all like, "Yeah, whatevs. I'm sleepy."
(Oh, and there's one more secret. Carmela may have a home already as well.)