Following the impromptu departure of the eldest teen from the house a week before xmess (anxiety thing – long story, but she was moving out this month anyhow), the middle teen decided that she needed a replacement family member.
Initially she was making plans to acquire a baby goat for herself.
Yes, you read that right.
A baby goat.
We said no. :\
Then a couple of days ago we were heading out to run errands and CJ starts rabbiting on about how we needed a new kitten after the disappearance last year of our black cat Coal.
And we would name it George.
And it would be a boy.
And he would be ginger.
And he would play with the norti puppies and like chasing bubbles and be the best kitten ever.
And we walked into the vet’s to get flea treatments for the dogs and there was George.
Just waiting to be adopted.
We couldn’t say no.
And George is a boy, and he is ginger and white, and he likes chasing the pups and bubbles and my cranky old cat Sox, sleeps so deeply that he keeps falling off the lounge, climbs everything and everyone, has mad ninja vanishing skills, and is apparently the best kitten ever. Except for when he wants to play at 2am while CJ is trying to sleep so starts loudly meowing at her for attention.
He’s gorgeous. And much less work than a teen 
Welcome to the family George!
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