Babies

James and I have 2 cats; Cheeto and Roxie. We started out with just one cat, GatorBait, namesake of this website. She was an abandoned kitten James found in the attic and lovingly (although he says stupidly) nursed to health. GB loved James… hated me. But I still tried to smother her with affection every time James brought her up to see me while I was in college. I even got GB a friend, my Wally, but GB didn’t want friends. Anyway… Wally got hit on the road, and later GB went outside to not return (maybe an owl, maybe that nasty head wound she had last time I saw her, but I know a little girl didn’t find her and take her home cause again, she wasn’t the friendliest cat I’ve ever met). But because of our first 2 cats dying in the outside world, I decided to make the next 2 prisoner cats. They never get to leave the house, and that kitty door we installed for GB so she’d quit crying for us to let her out, is more like a kitty window now.
So the other day we come home from work and James goes to the back door telling me he’s going to check on “the babies”. My heart dropped, he let my little kitties outside to die! And Roxie is so skittish she’s probably hiding! When I go to get her she might run to the road and get hit by a car! I won’t talk to James for a week if he jailbreaked the prisoner kitties.
Instead, he meant the Harleys.
Yes. I have kittens. James has motorcycles.