I live in a zoo. I guess ranch is more accurate, but it feels like a zoo. Like a crazy zoo. Like I’m the zoo keeper of a family of orangutans. I can’t get control. And it gets worse every year. Allow me to explain. We have a dog… who sneezed right as I snapped this picture.
two cats… we inherited from my mom.
a hamster… that was an 9 year old little girl’s birthday present.
thousands of cows… which constantly need to be fed. Literally, they eat before we do.
Two 4-H pigs named Jerry and Henry.
and now this.
5 kittens and a mamma cat… that are incredibly difficult to take pictures of.
See, my over-achieving daughter decided she wanted to foster kittens from the Nevada Humane Society. She went to her first introduction get-together and while she was there, I was busily preparing for the 6:30 newscast. I got a call at about 6:22. Here’s how the conversation went. “Mom, they have 6 cats I can bring home tonight.” “What? I’m reading scripts and putting on mascara and trying to talk to you. You said they have hats for you?” “No cats.” “Well ok, fine, I’m sure we can find people to hand out these hats to. Bring them home. No problem.” “Um, ok mom, I’m doing it. I’m bring home the cats.” “Ya ya, sure, ok sweetie, love you, my mascara is going all over my face because I’m holding the phone with my cheek. Love you see you tonight.”
DAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIITTTTT! Not one hat did she bring home! But instead 6 CATS! So our zoo now has 5 two week old kittens and their mamma. We are fostering them until they weigh 2 pounds. Ok, these babies weigh 12 OUNCES! We will have them for weeks! This is a perfect lesson for me to stop multi-tasking. Next thing I know, Eva will be calling me asking for the “keys” and I’ll say “no problem” thinking she wants “peas” for dinner!