In which Fat Mittens and Midnight almost had a new playmate.
The saying is one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. Suburbanites love them some other man’s trash.
This past Saturday, rather than combine all their ‘treasure’ at Upper Darby High School, folks cut the middleman and commute and had a borough wide flea market.
It was a nice day to get rid of things. The sun was shining, yeah! – no rain!! The Teen, Sleeping Beauty, Bubbles! and I got our huff on and saw parts of town that are normally a blur from the passing car. I got a fondue set, never used for five bucks, SB got a full set of dishes, the Teen got Mother’s Day gifts, and the Teen and Bubbles! got some sweet rocks, mango and Michelle Obama respectively.
Then we went to the Friends, who LOVE animals. They truly had crap, crap, and mega crap all for the benefit of animal wellness.
They also had three adorable kittens, Kevin, Katie, and Karlos. The Teen and I fell in love with Kevin. He was black with a few patches of white. I was all set to add Kevin and just convince The Mister on the back end that a kitten was not a bother. The criteria for adopting an animal:
* A vet reference.
* Three personal references
* A small donation
I was prepared to do these things. Then the kicker:
A home visit.
What the ham fat holey hockey mom tarnation?!?!
I looked at chick to see if she was joking. She was not. Then I realized that she wanted to come to my house, and make sure the cat was…I don’t really know!
It’s a cat, lady! I can and in the past have taken a stray off the street.
Needless to say, Kevin stayed with her.