The trip was also supposed to yield a new kitten. But when we got to the ranch, and saw the kittens, we discovered that they were the babies of Satan, himself. And the one that my Mom managed to pick up bit her in the hand, screamed, and ran away. We figure that we don't want that one. And then Mama Cat (who MUST be stopped) hid them. But that's ok. They were cute, but not appropriate for our little kitty tribe. Spouse was highly relieved not to have to drive from MT to Seattle with a kitten in the car. The weenie. I saw it as a potential adventure. After all, I am the one who had to drive the cats on the last two roadtrip/moves. 600-1500 miles of kitty goodness.
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