...distract him with some dog talk, see, and then, when he isn't looking, slip in an extra cat. He'll be so relieved about not getting a dog, he'll practically thank you!
My friend Cindy (married to Mr. Allergic) rescued a tiny kitten today in downtown Cleveland. It was scrambling, in and out of traffic, trying to find shelter against the noise of construction happening on the street. The poor little thing is skin and bone, a cut on it's leg, covered in dirt and dust. I seriously think it was a day or two from death's door. He/she? can't be eight weeks old.
Riley and Seth are thrilled. They each fed it with a bottle tonight. They mutually decided to name it Pip. As in "squeak." Not that we're keeping it.
A lot happens when Todd works evenings.