I can sweet talk this man into just about anything. Except, maybe another baby. LOL.
We were at church tonight, and there was a stray kitten. (Can you sense where this is going?) Apparently, there had been three of them there last night. One got hit by a car, and we didn’t see the other one tonight. Not sure what happened to it.
Anyway, there was a little girl holding the kitten, and the kids all stopped to pet it. I picked it up, and it immediately jumped onto my shoulder and just sat there… like a parrot! I walked down to the car, and hubby just said “No.” That was it.
I then proceeded to tell him WHY we need an outdoor cat. We had mice last year, and it was AWFUL. (We live surrounded by a cow farm. Apparently, mice are quite abundant in cow pastures and surrounding areas. I wish someone had warned me.) Anyway, I swore I would never go through that again. BUT, our house is WAY too small to bring in a cat and a littler box. I couldn’t live with it in here. But, outdoors would be another story.
After a few minutes of my trying to convince him, the kids begging and pleading with him, he finally said, “I hope it poops in your lap on the way home.”
LOL. That’s my husband. (And note: it did NOT poop in my lap!)
We get home, set out some food and water for “Killer” and then I found out WHY Gene didn’t want to bring it home: HE feels bad about leaving it outside.
That’s why I love him so much. He has the best heart. But, the cat will stay outside. It will be fed, and we put a nice warm little “house” out there for it, so the kitten will be just fine. Now he/she(?) shouldn’t have a problem keeping the mice away.
She must have gone back there 100 times before and after dinner to look at her kitty.