The new cat was up early this morning. Not that I was the one to notice. Matt was heading to work around 6, as usual, and the kitten was very upset. Matt came and got me up, wanting to know what to do, let her out of course.
But we didn’t want anything to happen to her, so I got up and played with her until I had to to go work.
And yes, I put her back in the box when I left. I know, I know, I’m a horrible mother to my cat, but I’d rather she be upset about being in the box, than dead on the highway.
But then again, maybe, just maybe she’ll be able to live inside. I mean, could you say no to this face?