A big, mean looking dog, preferably a German Shepherd or Rottweiler mix. Something that would be protective, watch over my house, and accompany my wife when she went running.
But no.
A few months ago this white Persian looking cat decides she's moving in. She would sit outside our door and meow until we let her in, then proceed to act like she owned the place. Because she was so friendly and so obviously neglected, we let her stay and bought a bag of cat food and a litter box. I named her Solara for Mila Kunis' character in
Book of Eli who follows Denzel Washington around against his wishes. If you've seen the movie, you understand my cat's personality.
Anyway, when she moved in, she neglected to mention that she was pregnant.
I didn't want
A cat. Now I have four.
And here are some low quality cell phone pics.
The morning after they were born. There were originally 5, but one died before we found them (she gave birth during the night). The runt pictured here died about 24 hours after this picture was taken.
Nursing/sleeping/piled on mom. We have them in a box in our coat closet because if we leave them out anywhere public she will deposit them in the most unreachable places imaginable.
Growing
A few nights ago, about 3 1/2 weeks old now
And any day now, they'll figure out that they can get out of that box in the coat closet and it'll all be over.