Coming home this evening, in the front of the driveway is a small cat…
Avid readers of this blog may know of our new September kitten arrival in the form of Bucky, named after the presumptive father (which the kids named Buckle Up).
Adding to the irony, Buckle Up was coincidentally run over this Saturday. Adding still to all of this, Buckle Up was a bit of a mystery as to whom precisely owned him. Turns out the cat whose real name is Stubby was owned by an elderly gentleman living down the road… who had a stroke this morning.
It always comes in threes.
Of course, I haven’t told the kids a thing about the cat (if anything at all). Any ideas?