Allen... no way, no how was he having a cat. Period. End of discussion. A few hours of me and Ashley whining "please" we went home with a kitten.

Well, with Pouncer, we saw the cutest little kitten at Petco. I called and asked if we could have another kitten. He said NO. We left Petco and went to Target. While in Target, my cell phone rang. It was hubby asking what color his new cat was. My jaw dropped and we ran out of Target and as fast as our legs woud carry us to Petco!

Abby and Harry.... no fit there, just resignation that I was going to have another kitty to the fold.

Currently, he see-saws between "we have 7 cats" to "when will they go out for aoption?" Which isn't too bad. But he DOES pitch a fit about the smell from the chronic diarreah. And today somebody (betting it was Angel) sat on his term paper notes and left a little poopy smear behind . We had a fitful moment there.