(fyi this is the garage & my recycling)
My sweet little son is quite the pack rat. He has taken over things of ours and hid them in his room with out us even knowing it. Right now I am talking about a certain picture frame that holds many pictures and it says I Love My Cats on it. Yes, this is from back in the day when I had lots of them so there are many pictures in it. Dalton knows who a few of the cats are because they were still alive when he was born but there is one in particular who was and I guess always will be fond of. That cat being "Turdball" a.k.a Goofy since we didn't want a 1+ year old saying the word "Turdball". Dalton could do anything to that cat he he would come back for more. As a matter of fact-Dalton is the one who found Goofy dead, but didn't know he was dead, and brought him to us. It is a sad and morbidly funny story. We made an elaborate kennel for the cats who were old cause they were not always hitting the litter box right and we were afraid of them ruining the house. Anyway, we were packing up from a garage sale when we saw Dalton coming around the house carrying the cat and we immediately knew that the cat was not alive. As I was shouting "put the cat down he is dead and that is gross" Dalton was shouting back "he's not dead his eyes are open." They were open. But the cat was NOT alive. He had not been dead long. We took the cat away from Dalton and he was running around screaming and crying that was his kitty and it wasn't dead. He was very upset with us that we wouldn't call an ambulance and take it to the hospital. Dalton was just 4 1/2 at the time. Once we convinced him that it was dead he was then wanting to go around and show people his dead cat. And those were really his words. "I want to go show Susan my dead cat." See-we have taught him to share. lol When Denny went to return the tables Dalton wanted to go with him-but he also wanted to take the cat too. Of course Denny said no. We could hear Dalton screaming as they drove down the road "I wanna take my dead cat." We buried him in the back yard and Dalton wanted to watch. It was so pitiful. He talked to it the whole time and cried some too. Denny and I were balling our eyes out and I think it was more over his reaction than to the actual death of the cat. The cat was 17 or 18 years OLD. The next day he took my mom out to see where he was buried and even offered to dig him up for her. Such the gentleman. lol
Ok. fast forward to this past Sunday. Dalton was running around with this picture, driving us nuts with it, trying to convince someone-anyone that he loved all of those cats and wanted them back. They are all buried in Tn. I can't even provide him with bones! Denny finally lost it and said we will not have any more cats nor will we have any more animals in this house after these 2 dogs are gone. Dalton went away slightly heartbroken but he doesn't give up easily. Dalton was back later asking the same things over and over again. Denny said "let it rest."
Then here we were yesterday leaving the dentist office and there was a commotion of birds in the bushes screaming and fighting and all of the sudden this tiny little kitten runs out and straight to DALTON!!! Ok so you all know what happens from here..................we have this new kitten at our house that can't be more than 8 or 10 weeks old. It has a lot of similarities to Goofy #1. Yes, that's right I said "Goofy # 1" because we now have a Goofy #2. And just like Goofy #1 - Goofy #2 is just as tolerant with Dalton. Dalton has pushed him around in his garden cart and his lil kids grocery cart, had it hanging in some sort of net thingy in his bedroom and it slept with him on the couch yesterday afternoon for hours. THIS IS NOT GOING TO BE AN INDOOR CAT!!!!! And those famous words that Denny spoke just 2 days earlier..................................are gone and forgotten.
Ok. fast forward to this past Sunday. Dalton was running around with this picture, driving us nuts with it, trying to convince someone-anyone that he loved all of those cats and wanted them back. They are all buried in Tn. I can't even provide him with bones! Denny finally lost it and said we will not have any more cats nor will we have any more animals in this house after these 2 dogs are gone. Dalton went away slightly heartbroken but he doesn't give up easily. Dalton was back later asking the same things over and over again. Denny said "let it rest."
Then here we were yesterday leaving the dentist office and there was a commotion of birds in the bushes screaming and fighting and all of the sudden this tiny little kitten runs out and straight to DALTON!!! Ok so you all know what happens from here..................we have this new kitten at our house that can't be more than 8 or 10 weeks old. It has a lot of similarities to Goofy #1. Yes, that's right I said "Goofy # 1" because we now have a Goofy #2. And just like Goofy #1 - Goofy #2 is just as tolerant with Dalton. Dalton has pushed him around in his garden cart and his lil kids grocery cart, had it hanging in some sort of net thingy in his bedroom and it slept with him on the couch yesterday afternoon for hours. THIS IS NOT GOING TO BE AN INDOOR CAT!!!!! And those famous words that Denny spoke just 2 days earlier..................................are gone and forgotten.
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