Our little Kitty

It was a beautiful evening. The kids were in bed, the dishes were washed and cleaned, all the toys randomly scattered throughout the house were put in there proper place. Wes and I had just plopped ourselves in front of the tube to enjoy the last hour of uninterrupted AI when we heard something at the front door. It wasn't a knock or a pound, but some sort of faint cracking/scratching sound. Wes and I looked at each other and then without speaking engaged in our routine rock, paper, scissor game to decided who would check it out. I lost, which is no new occurrence, and slowly made my way over to the window by the front door. Now, just to look out the window you can't see in front of the door very well, so you have to climb up onto, how do I describe it, a box under the stairway and arch your neck in order to see directly in front of the door. What I saw startled me a bit, the fluff of an animal(and for those of you who really know me, know that I am not what
you call an animal lover). I hopped down and decided to do what I do best when anything non humane comes my way, scare!! Right before I opened the door to let out an unearthly shriek. Wes said, "What is it?" In a rather annoyed voice I replied, "A cat!"
"Don't scare it, just leave it alone." This comment took me by surprise, Wes likes animals but knows and understands that I detest them and therefore doesn't care if I rid them from our property. "I'm not." I shouted and then sat down just in time to see Jason Castro sing(who is my favorite!!) forgetting all about the intrusive cat.

The next night we heard the same sound at the door. I look out and yet again there was the cat. "Wes, come here, you'll never believe whats back." Wes looked out the window and there he was curled up on our door mat. Just as cozy as he could be. I have to admit it was pretty cute seeing him taking a liking to OUR front porch.

Night after night we have checked and the cat is there. Saturday night I ran to the grocery store when I came home Wes called me to the front door proud to show me he had taken the liberty to set out some milk and a piece of pizza for the cat(I know what you are thinking pizza, who knows remember it's Wes.). We have even given it a name, "Kitty." That night we got up the courage and opened the door while he was drinking his milk. It's a pretty scraggly cat, we won't pet it and if it gets too close to either of us we shoo it away, but it's our little kitty and we love it.