It all started about two weeks ago when Cohen kept going up to Pete and saying "kiyee cat, kiyee cat". I wasn't home and Pete and the boys were playing in the living room. All evening Cohen would come over to Pete and lay his head on Pete's knee and say kiyee cat. At some point, Pete looked out the window and sure enough, there was a cat on our back deck. After two weeks, Pete thought we should feed it. Now, I know what happens when you feed a cat. You get a cat. I do NOT want a cat. I heard Pete tell Kent that we should take care of all of God's creatures no matter what mommy thinks. Gee thanks. I really do not like cats. Pete told me to look on the bright side, no rats. We had rats!?!?! He assured me that no, he had never seen a rat, but now we never would. All I could think about was all the little kittens that would one day be running around. That was our compromise. Pete will feed the cat and it can hang around, but the minute it has kittens, he traps them all and takes them to a shelter. Kent named the cat Patches.
