5:00 AM

We need another cat in the house like we need another bike. But somehow we always manage to end up with just one more.

At 5 AM this morning my husband heard this wee tiny kitten meow from all the way downstairs in the parking lot. Most of the time he doesn't hear me from the other room, but he is more attuned to the call of the wild then the call of the wife.

At 5:05 AM he wakes me up to introduce me to the newest member of the Rein family.


At 5:06 AM I remind him of our "no more cats" policy.

At 5:06:30 He reminds me that I got a new bike.



Is there some random law of the universe that says one must acquire a new cat for every new bike purchased?

So adhering to our strict "really,we can't take in one more cat, we have plenty as is, and this is getting ridiculous, do you want to end up like those crazy old people who end up owning 150 cats" policy, we are looking for a kind hearted soul who would like to adopt our kitten.

It's very young still, it's eyes aren't even open; so it is a bit of a responsibility at the moment. But it's very, very sweet. And who can resist a kitten?

Please?

I might even throw in a bike.