We Lost a Tooth, But Found a Kitten...

Last weekend was not without a little drama, this time involving a little lost kitten and a loose front tooth. We/I were in a huge hurry to get to my parents on Friday evening. I needed to be there as quickly as possible so that I could iron clothes, bathe the kids, comb my hair and theirs, get them dressed, etc. As we rounded the corner on the back roads, Brook swerved to miss the car who had slammed on its brakes in front of us. We knew not why they acted in such haste until I saw a little black fur ball bound across the road in front of them and over to the side of the road by the sidewalk. Brook quickly pulled over as I told him what I had seen and asked me to get out and pick it up. Now, for me not being all that much of an animal lover this was difficult and I shuddered. I got out, ran over to the kitten, who was just a frightened as I was and quickly attempted to 'catch' it. It jumped as I reached down to pick it up, so then I jumped. I could hear laughter coming from the car, and not wanting to humiliate myself in front of the other cars who passed by, I made myself reach out again and grab the little thing with one hand. I am not sure who was more scared, me or it. I handed it to Brooklyn who was more than happy to oblige and then we looked for a house that it might belong to. To no avail. Brook was still laughing and asked me if I was scared of it, and although I wasn't to keen on the idea of being made fun of, I admitted that I was a little 'set off' by it, not sure what it would do to me, but not liking the fact that I had had to hold it. We hurried off, not finding an owner, but then I already knew, we had an owner!. She has brown eyes, brown curly hair, huge dimples and answers to the name, Brooklyn. I was not nearly as thrilled as she and her Dad were, but then those of you who know Brook know that he could never say no to his little girl.

We arrived later than I had planned at my parents house. I scurried off to wash my hands again, afraid that the wet wipes I had used in the car had not removed all the 'kitty germs', while Brook set about to finding this little creature a box and some food. He headed to Wal-Mart and I headed to the bathroom with my two little darlings. He arrived home with 'several' kitty items, and I prepared the children for the wedding. He is such a softy and I am definitely glad that both my children take after him in the animal department!! I'm sure I would have driven on by.

It is now nearly a week later, "Scuffy"(had a little scuff on it's head when we found it, so Poppy thought that it should be named this)who is now called "Tinker Bell" has been quite an experience for our family. After a visit to the Vet, sure to not be the last, we have discovered the following: she is most likely going to cost us several dollars in the end, she is only 4 weeks old, too young to be away from her mom, has to be fed with a syringe, can't be handled very much(who likes to just sit and look at a kitten, especially when you are 5 years old!), she cries in the night & Brook has to get up to feed her, she is borderline sick because of her age & separation from her mommy(the Vet says that these type of animals make the best memories and pets for little children because they grow dependent on you, I think he is crazy!), and lastly, we are STUCK with it!!!! Is it any wonder that I don't care for animals?

Now as to the other part of my story, Brooklyn battled all weekend with a loose front tooth and finally Saturday, Mommy was successful in getting it to fall out. Brooklyn was thrilled and I might add, looks adorable with only one front tooth. This shall only last a short spell, the other one is loose too. And yes, the Tooth Fairy did find us in Nampa, so yet another sigh of satisfaction came from my little toothless wonder.:):)She LOVES her Tooth Fairy!


One happy little girl & one scared kitten!



Brooklyn taking the kitten for a ride, before we knew it wasn't supposed to be held.


Mommy attempting to pull the tooth...


And it's out!