So yesterday after school, the girl went to find her kitten. Mallory was gone. The turkey the girl put out for her is still there today, so I'm thinking that she went to live with someone for real. I dodged that bullet pretty well, as the girl kept asking if we could make it our pet for real. My most recent response was that if I wanted to take care of something else for almost 20 years, I'd have another kid, and that at least a kid would learn to use the toilet in a few years.
In other news from yesterday, at bedtime the girl told me that she had to sleep in my bed because Goatelyn (formerly Goatly) was already asleep in my bed and she has to sleep with her. Then, Goatelyn jumped off the bed in the middle of the night and I had to rescue her. How the girl could hear the thud of a bean bag on carpet in her sleep, I don't know... I'm starting to think I may have company when I jump on the crazytrain!
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