Cats

For a short time (and likely the only time in our lives) we had cats. Cats, plural. Six to be exact. During their stay in our backyard, we did enjoy watching them from our bedroom window. For those that don't know already, here's the story. Unbeknownst to us, a pregnant momma cat came into our yard and had five little kitties. Evidently they grew and grew unnoticed for several weeks. By the time we discovered these little ones, they were quite grown, playful, and active. A call to the humane society got us only slightly closer to seeing them in a loving home. There's no leash law in Omaha, so we'd have to trap them ourselves. Only then could they come pick them up. Surprisingly, we don't own a trap. One morning, Momma was out hunting for some food. Nick went out to round up the kittens. If you'll remember, these kittens are no closed-eyed little babies anymore. They immediately ran and hid. When he finally caught one, it was not happy, and neither was the momma, who heard their cries and and came barreling over the fence, ready to pounce. Needless to say, Nick abandoned that effort and went in search of a trap. We started with Momma. She was easily lured in by a simple can of tuna. Next we caught four babies. And finally the feisty little last one. In all, the humane people came three different times. We're imagining "our" kitties in new homes where they're loved, played with, and cared for. The end.