Beth: 3 David: 0

Sometimes I really feel sorry for my husband. David and I had a blissful overnighter at an awesome B&B in Niagara-on-the-Lake last night. As we drove into the little town, I spy a "Free Kittens" sign. I gasped...pointed...and David sped up. I wasn't happy, but I understood.

We woke up this morning to breakfast in bed from the innkeeper and got dressed slowly to start our day. It wasn't until we were about to leave the inn that I told David we had to stop at the shelter on our way home. I know. I know. Not very romantic, eh?

We arrived at the shelter and he looked surprised when I popped the trunk to expose the cat crates that had been back there all along. I'm sure he put 2+2 together and figured out why I wanted the luggage in the back seat. Hahahaha! :) Don't get me wrong - David is extremely supportive, enthusiastic and wonderful. I'm sure sometimes he thinks, "Would she just give it a rest?"

Anyhoooo.....I rescued a couple of VERY cute brothers that were marked as "Urgent":

Aren't they cute little guys? (Even for a shelter picture!) I think they're about 5 months old. The little tabby is a rowdy little guy and the grey sweetie is adorable. They're in my guestroom frolicking. I love watching these kind of guys that have been cooped up in a tiny cage suddenly have toys, sunshine and fuzzy beds. I'll get some "cute guy" pictures up soon.

What am I going to name these two? I'm totally uncreative tonight and can't think of a damn thing.

I rescued another really awesome older orange kitten for a friend of mine too. What a CUTIE! :) Poor little bugger was shaking in his cage. The whole crate was vibrating! I wish I could tell him that he didn't need to be afraid anymore. *sigh* He's in good hands with her. She has 3 other orange cats. It's like a little "Orange Fest" at her house. :)

Ok. I admit it. I suck. I wrecked the pre-romance by begging to pick up "Free Kittens" so they wouldn't be adopted by horrible people who wouldn't spay or neuter them. (The Inn was pet friendly, for Christ's sake.) I asked the Innkeeper if her dog named "Babu" could sleep with us because "I can't sleep without a cat or dog on the bed". Then we drove home from our romantic interlude with 3 crying, pooping cats.

I'm going to go in the kitchen and make David some hot cocoa and massage his shoulders. I hope he doesn't step on any cat barf on the way to bed.

I love that man :)