
My mom and dad came from NY to visit us. It was wonderful to see them since the last time we gathered together was at Thanksgiving. Every time I would tell Annie they were coming, she'd say, "Grandpa's funny!"

On the way to work a week or so ago, Joel found one little kitten (Mittens) above, under a bush by his car, sopping wet in the rain. He put it in the shed, where Annie and I found it mewing loudly when we took out the trash. His eyes were sealed shut with that cat-eye sickness and so we washed him and put medicine on his eyes.

A day later we found another black one. Mom bathed the tiny thing and put antibiotics on his eyes. It is our suspicion that someone dropped them off, seeing as we live on a farm.


Mom and Dad had to leave early. Our visit was cut short. But we hope to see them at Dad's graduation from seminary in April.
Just before they left, I put up a sign for free kittens at the local supermarket and got a call for both of them. When the young woman came to pick them up, Annie almost cried when she took them into the box to her car. I had been telling her again and again that we couldn't keep them and we had to say goodbye, but I don't think it hit until she watched them being carried away by some stranger. It almost made me want to cry, seeing Annie like that. But I cheered her up instead, saying that there was another kitten hiding. Turns out the other kitten that our landlady had told us about was a bigger stray, and not friendly. But the next day it seems the kittens are a more distant memory for Annie.