Setting: Current Day
Location: Tiny 1 bathroom house on "Crack Street"
So my oldest daughter has found a new love and they are deeply and madly in love after 2 months of dating (gag). They are so in love that loverboy likes to say he is our future son-in-law (dry heave). They so know this is going to last forever that they've already gotten an accessory for his apartment to symbolize their commitment to each other...a kitten. A very cute black kitten named Aiden that looks like Basement Cat's son (looooove lolcats) with seriously long claws to match.
Here's the kicker...loverboy does not have an apartment. So, where does said kitten reside? My house! Oh you have to love a surprise when your daughter says "I'll give you a hint...it rhymes with 'mitten'". Now one would think that the appropriate way of going about getting a kitten would not only be having your own place, but possibly discussing it with the people who pay for the house that you reside in. But noooooo...instead we get blind-sided by a ball of furry cuteness.
So, hubby allowed Aiden to stay because although he is the stoic one even he has a soft spot for kittens. But now you can add Wolverine kitten to our list of demented pets. Did I mention I don't like cat claws?
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