What have you done, Wren?

Pets have always had a special place in my heart.  If I see a stray on the side of the road, I stop.  If I can catch it, I bring it home.  This has to stop though because I think I hear the show, Hoarders, knocking on my door.

I vowed not to bring anymore pets home.  Ever Again. 

Then my sister got news they were moving to Germany and could only take two pets.  She had 6.  Yes, she has the same problem.  It runs through our blood.  She had been very sick, and was heartbroken to have to take 4 of her pets to a shelter.  Especially one of the cats that she bottle fed to keep it alive.  I told her I would take Wren.  I just knew I could find this sweet, beautiful little 9 month old kitten a home.

Without telling Kevin, I loaded her up and flew home with her in a pet carrier.   My family fell in love, as I knew they would - Just part of my plan. 

Well after about three weeks, Wren ruled the roost.  She would chase all our cats, scream at them if they came near and we could not believe that this little white kitten was in charge. 

It wouldn't be long before we found out why.

Just this past week, about 3 weeks after we got her, she was howling.  I mean crying, crying, crying.  She was driving me nuts.   Kevin had mentioned (and I had previously noticed myself) that she was getting fat and he thought he felt a kitten head.  I couldn't believe this kitten was pregnant.  For I had every intention of getting her spayed in just a few weeks.

So, I figured she was in heat.  I mean if she were pregnant, she would be nesting, right?  Instead, she was on my tail, bothering me with her incessant meowing.

The next morning I went to wake Kiera up.  I noticed Wren was snuggled in bed with her.  Not a rare sight, at all.  I told those lazy girls to get up.  I started to move Wren out of the way because Kiera was hanging off the bed and I felt something small next to her.  I thought it was this stuffed toy, and thought to myself, "Silly Kiera, Wren doesn't sleep with stuffed toys"  Silly, silly me!

Imagine my surprise, when I picked up the toy and it wiggled and meowed.  I nearly had a heart attack.  In Kiera's bed was Wren and her kitten.  Oh My God!  My kitten whom I didn't really want to take in because that put the cat tally at a seriously scary FOUR, now added one more!

We got her down in the craft room and made both kitten and kitten a bed.  Wren was a pretty good mommy.  I found myself smiling most of the day.

Then I put the kids to bed.  Thinking all was well and we only had one kitten to give away.  Silly, silly me!

I saw this blanket laying on the floor.  I picked it up and it meowed.  Oh My God.  Here's another.  In the baby's room.  So, are there more? 

As my brother said, "time for a scavenger hunt."   Kevin and I turned the upstairs upside down and found no more kittens.

This kitten, Lefty, as I like to call him since he was left behind, had been without food or water for at least 12 hours.  I was afraid Wren wouldn't take to him.  But she did after a little coaxing.  And he made it through the night.  Such a fighter.

Here are some adorable pictures of the kittens.  And should inquiring minds want to know....NO we are not keeping them.  Perhaps you want one?

Mini Wrennie (looks just like Mama) 2 days old!

 

A bundle of cuteness

 

Wrennie being a good Mama.

Beautiful Wren with Lefty

Kevin did tell me, the next time he picks me up from the airport, he will first do a drive-by.  Just to see what I might have brought home.