Daughter and surprise grand-kittens.

Yeah, they're cute as all get out, but I'm not so sure I'm happy about this. The list of reasons why she shouldn't have taken in these tiny strays while she was at the beach (Quogue, Long Island) is long. She was there for just 3 days, and when she called me the first day and reported that some adorable kittens had adopted her I knew trouble was ahead. The second day she called and reported that she was bringing them back with her to Manhattan (on the bus from LI and the subway once in the city), where she would take them to a no-kill shelter. Her lease is up in 2 weeks and she's looking for a new apartment (see what I mean?), and her thought was that after she gets into the new apartment (the one she hasn't found yet) she would go back to the shelter to see if the babies were still there. By the third and last day of her visit, her phone call was a timid and very polite suggestion that we take in the kittens. Just until she gets settled, at which point they would ride back up to NY with her boyfriend. (Still with me? It's not a very interesting story.) For once, I said no. Our girls are just a year old, I don't know what the little ones may have, and of course I would have to take them to a vet, etc etc. It all worked out because my daughter's boyfriend's parents, who live in No. Virginia, agreed to take them. But I'm still not sure it's such a good idea. And I must remember to offer to help with the vet bills. After all, it's my daughter who caused all this in the first place.

I think this entire little story just means that she's ready (mentally, psychologically, emotionally) to have babies. My brain won't go there. Too scary.

[I don't think my daughter reads my blog, I'm not even sure she knows it exists, but just in case: love you sweetie and when you have human babies I'll love them just as much.]