So we got a kitten.
Her name is BeBe Gunns and she's the cutest little bundle of mischief and joy.
We weren't planning on a kitten, but my sister's boyfriend's cat unexpectedly had kittens and my sister couldn’t stand the thought of loosing them to strangers so, because I’m a pushover and I can’t bear to see my baby sister cry, I said we’d take her favourite until she had a place of her own where she could keep her. This was nice of me. However, there was then one kitten left and after it rapidly became apparent that my husband was so unspeakably excited at the prospect of getting my sister’s kitten I realised that we were destined for trouble down the line when my sis eventually wanted said kitten back so as a result I agreed to take the last kitten as well to save my husband from heartbreak. Needless to say I wasn’t particularly thrilled by this arrangement at first (I’m a dog person) but the second BeBe showed up I turned into an embarrassing ball of mush and I now adore her completely. So that’s how we came to be the proud owners of BeBe Gunns and are soon to be kittysitting my sister’s little fluffy monster who may or may not be named Opie (my sister is indecisive).
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