So.... This morning I opened my front door and there are two beautiful kittens curled up together on my mat. I hate cats. But they are so cute, and so pretty. So, MrB suggests the logical thing to do....feed them. We just so happen to have two containers of cat food we got for some reason in Charlie's stocking at my Grandmas. They are still here. I am sitting on my porch with my coffee with these little monsters, one curled at my feet, the other in my table nudging me and going nuts with the purring.
I hate cats.
Why did we feed them? They are never going to leave.
I hate cats.
Why did we feed them? They are never going to leave.