The last couple days we’ve been looking for our cat, Jack (Diane’s brother). He hasn’t come to eat and hasn’t come when we’re down in the basement doing laundry. We broke the news to the kids this morning that Jack probably wasn’t coming back. I thought Levi (our animal lover) would have the toughest time but he said “oh he probably just got eaten by a coyote, we’ll just get another cat and call him Jack”. So much for my sensitive animal guy! Surprisingly, Carlos (who never even pet Jack) was the one who burst into tears. He is heartbroken over the whole thing and “just wants Jack to come back home”
Anyhow, we did a lot of distracting today, ran a few errands and came home to see a post on Freecycle that someone had a 9 week old kitten they had to get rid of. Timing of that one was amazing to me. I called and now we have a sweet little kitten who needs a name. The boys are wanting to call her “Captain Jack Sparrow”….help!