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Kitten Hunting

Hey Utah bloggers. Pay attention!

So I'm out in Utah with family and it's so nice being out here and seeing everyone. So glad I was able to come. Yesterday's drive was pretty good, it went much faster when I was able to sit in the back and sleep and not be co-pilot like our last trip haha! We went to Fredricho's and Charlie's today and I am so satisfied. I may or may not have had a very tiny breakfast to save room.

But the funnest part so far? Kitten hunting! My cousin is a beast at this. My grandma has a few wild cats running around who have a lot of friends from the male persuasion so there are a ton of kittens running around everywhere. They're so stinking cute! Anyways, this morning my little cousin ran in and let me hold this little guy. He was shaking and one of his eyes was all watery but it made me so happy!

At dinner time, I looked outside and there were about twelve kittens out there playing. I wanted to hold one so bad! My favorite was this striped one, it was so cute. Grandma gave us some milk and my sister and I tried to get one to come up to us. It didn't work. Then, my little cousin and I made a plan. I would go around the house and she would come out the side door and maybe just maybe we could catch one. 

I went around, trying my best to be sneaky. The older kittens heard me coming and bolted as soon as my cousin opened the door. I thought all was lost but then she went straight for the littlest one and grabbed it up so fast I don't even know what happened. I was very impressed. 

Ta Dah! 
So anyways, Utah bloggers. Do any of you want a kitten? My grandma is trying to find homes for all of them, but those momma's just can't keep to themselves and keep popping out more. If you do, my emails at my blogging friends page! 

We're going to go catch that gray striped one next. Well, I'll be the distraction again. 


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