It was a frog, crayfish, kitty weekend...

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Friday the crayfish came home (nope, no pictures yet) and we put her in the goldfish tank. The nice people at PetSmart told us to do that and told us what food to buy. Now the crayfish that came home with Cary was not Emilio. Some other kid took Emilio home. Cary brought home a crayfish named zero, so named because one of the other crayfish nipped her claws off. He wasn't too happy with putting her (Naomi says it's a she, don't ask me how she knows) in the fish tank, but he eventually gave in. So now we have a goldfish and a crayfish doing staredowns at each other. The crayfish has tiny little claws - apparently they grow back - so watch out goldfish! Then I went walking on Saturday. I was hoping to see the beaver again, but no beaver. But while I was watching the beaver lodge for signs of beaver activity, something right in front of me went splash, splash, splash. It was a frog. So I finished my walk, happy that I had at least seen something. Sunday we went to cat rescue. I lured the girls out with promises of kittens, and sure enough there were kittens. There was one litter of 6 going off with a foster mom, then a man brought in 2 bottle babies that some idiot had abandoned in a box with some dry cat food in the park, 5 kittens that were old enough to be adopted and another four in the back with mama. The 4 didn't have a foster, so the girls started doing the full court press on me. As if they really had to try hard! We ended up bringing mama, babies and Kit Kat. Kit Kat is a gorgeous tortoiseshell, and really sweet, and I can't believe she hasn't been adopted yet. She needed a break from the adoption center. She's already getting along with Tiger and Jason and Oreo and walking around like "I could really get to like this". Mama and babies are in Dearra's room. So it was a frog, crayfish, kitty weekend for me...