Cruel & Heartless Mama...

The cat wasn't pregnant. And now she never will be, if you get my drift.

The Boy was about to hop in the bath when we got the call to say we could collect her from the vet.

On a whim, and knowing how this boy ADORES his pets, I said he could come with me for the spin. He begged to be allowed to sit in the front seat, and MAN if he isn't the coolest dude I know to go for a chat and a drive with. He jabbered all the way in his adorably expressive, too-cool-for-school way. We discussed fog lights and he told me where to park. I told him I like having him in the front seat and he high-fived me when I said I liked going on adventures with him. He reminded me of this kid from the film Jerry Maguire and it made me grin from ear to ear, because that's the kind of kid I always wanted to have.

I also am CRUSHED with guilt because I have utterly evaded his questions as to why the cat has stitches. I kept trying to find my conscience to tackle an honest explanation of why we're not letting them have kittens, but I'm pretty sure he'd hate me forever and then leave home. He also finally established the link between bacon and pigs today and is literally HORRIFIED to the point of speechlessness. He stood on his chair at tea-time and ranted about the awfulness of who would do such a thing, and HOW CAN YOU JUST SIT THERE AND TELL ME YOU FEED ME LITTLE PIGGIES EVERY SATURDAY WITH MY PANCAKES? It's kind of a big letdown to tell your kid that he eats animals against his will, is not getting a baby sister, and has been deprived of kittens all in one day. He's been practicing the word VEGETARIAN all day and is very relieved to learn that Nanny A might support him in his refusal to eat anything that once had a face. Interestingly, bogies clearly do not qualify.