I had a crazy rushed day today and I wasn't paying attention to our new kitty. She's just 7 weeks old and very active and very curious. It started raining mid morning and Oldest DS called to say that he'd ridden his bike to school this morning (it was sunny and warm when he left) could I come pick it up. Run up to the school, grab the bike, head to the store to get some things for supper. Get home in time to get the kids off the bus, quickly feed them lunch then rush back out the door 10 minutes later to get to an appointment. I get home to see oldest DS in the driveway. He's bouncing and excited. He won tix to the Red sox game for TONIGHT. I sit in the driveway trying to get a hold of DH to see if he's going to be home in time and making contingency plans for a sitter. After 20 minutes I finally head in the house. I get into the house and I can hear this plaintive mewing sound. Looking all over the house can't find the kitten. Finally nail the sound down to the fridge. Poor thing climbed in when I was putting the food away and got trapped.
A little snuggling and she was fine. But I felt soooo bad.
A little snuggling and she was fine. But I felt soooo bad.
At least she's ok! Poor little girl deserves something warm!


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