I woke up this morning planning on spending my day at MGM Casino hitting the slots, with unlimited screwdriver's at my disposal, and then hitting the dance floor all night long. That all came crashing down after my daughter said she heard something crying in the backyard. Once I was able to check things out, there it was, a tiny kitten under my porch. My daughter was so happy she immediately said "I'm calling my new kitten Scruffy", the only thought I had was "you know how much this kitten is going to cost" but kept it inside and said "OK, lets do this".
So after checking for more kittens, we gave it a bath, some kitten food, and made a trip to the Animal Clinic. I asked the doc "what is it, male or female", the doc said " its 6 weeks old, and looks like a male but nothing dropped yet.", so all together with the shots and flee kit, it came to $25 bucks, not bad at all. After getting home, I noticed this kitten loves to flick its litter out of the box, but that ain't happening. I took one of my tote's and cut a hole in the top, threw the litter in the tote, then closed it. It works perfect, there's no way in hell this kitten is throwing any litter outta the box every again. So I thought I invented a new litter box, my mind started to race with patents and how awesome this cat is for flicking that litter. Checked online and everyone is already doing it, bummer.
My daughter wants more kittens now, I imagined what my place would look like if she had it her way.
That's not happening...
Now that Scruffy is a new doll... The babysitter called to see if she was still coming over to babysit. I broke the news about Scruffy, she told me she's very allergic to cats and she can't babysit at my house anymore. Oh well, at least my daughter is happy.
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