R had a work party tonight at a coworkers house.  The kids enjoyed playing football and basketball, the adults corn hole and triva.  We're all sitting around talking and T appears with a kitten in his hands.  It's about 6 weeks old and has taken up residence at the coworkers house, but they didn't really want her.  4 hours later our child has fed this kitten a hamburger, ice for water and has not let the paws touch the ground.  He's sold and ready for her to come home with us.  Our cat was recently hit, so he thought it would be a good replacement, 4 year old logic!  The coworker produced kitten food, feed dish, toys, liter and liter box for T to take his new baby home with...how could we say no after all the love he had given this baby?  She is so gentle and loves the kids messing with her, even the often rough hands of a little man.  T has named her Cheetah.  I'll be calling her kitty, kitty, it's just easy to say!  One day we may have to learn to say "NO" to every little "free" animal that comes our way, but we have been blessed to have so many good experiences with the boys, things that they will never forget.   Hatching chicks from eggs, holding baby bunnies that are just hours old and gobbling at a turkey that always answers...we could be a "priceless" commercial!