A kitten showed up at our house this weekend. I thought if the house sitter ignored her and the big cats were mean to her she would go away. She didn't.
When we arrived home on Sunday, grief-stricken and teary-eyed, she was on the deck.
I went outside to pick her up. I told her she was not our kitten.
She pawed at my face with her little feet.
I told her she was the wrong color.
Undaunted, she purred more and jumped from lap to lap.
I sighed, scooped her up and went inside. And now we have a kitten. After all, we had cat stuff, and no cat.
Life goes on even if you are sad. Also, you cannot win an argument with a purring kitten.