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August 10, 2009
Monica & Kathleen joined us for our long-awaited trip out Highway 12 to the animal shelter, to get the kitten that Ellie had alternately asked, begged, pleaded, reasoned, and cried for over the past year. And as luck would have it, the shelter was having a 2-for-1 sale on kittens, so it wasn't even necessary to split up littermates Esmerelda and Frank, who wowed us with their love-wrestling, kicking each others' heads and demonstrating the attack hug.
"That would be three cats!" Jen sighed.
"Three?" Kathleen asked. "You mean Luther's still alive? They why are we here?" No good answer.
As Ellie clicked with blue-gray Esmy, I noticed Frank's nervousness and stepped up for him. "Don't even worry about it Frank. We're walkin outta here today."
And so we did. Back on the patio it was all hugs, cuddles, and smiles -- save for the nervous whimpering of one extremely insecure doodle.