….when you leave for work but then come rushing back in a few minutes later holding a kitten in each hand and saying to your husband “I know you’re going to kill me but right now I’m running late for work so you’re going to have to wait and kill me in the morning.” Yeah, that just happened.
They were tiny and skinny and in the middle of the dirt road. I almost ran them over. Byron fed them and said they were starving.
Pretty sure we’re keeping them.