we're in preparation mode, or perhaps denial on the part of the girls, for a new arrival tomorrow afternoon.
I don't usually go out looking for kitties, and I don't feel like that's what was done here either. I was looking through the classifieds at work (a daily effort) and saw one of the millions of "free kitty" ads... this one was for "a special kitten".
Come to find he's weensy, somehow separated from mom... and the lady that has him can't feed him as often as may be needed, and needs someone who can. Not to mention he's supposedly gray and male, which is what I'd been contemplating the day before when thinking "would I take in another stray?"
So tomorrow I'll meet them at McDonald's (I'm telling you... amancay+fast food=more cats!) and we'll give this little bugger at least a trial run with the gals of the house.
