My girlfriend's cat just lost a litter of kittens. The first kitten was born dead. The second failed to thrive. The last kitten was doing great, but took a turn for the worst and didn't make it. I was dreading having to tell Kaitlyn about the last kitten. She's been waiting to hold the kitten until its eyes opened. Its eyes opened earlier this week.
Upon being given the somber news:
Schatz (patting my leg): It's okay, Mommy. Baby Jesus must have wanted to play with that kitten now that her eyes are open. It will be okay.
This Ham is NOT Burned!
6 months ago