Strained Relationship

It all started with a free, tiny gray kitten.

We absorbed her into the family at the Mud Party, and she became a temporary indoor cat. The kids and I loved her at once. Ron was resistant, and the only way he would agree to let her stay was if we promised to pitch her out when she was big enough to fend for herself.

So, a couple weeks ago, Ron decided that she was no longer hawk food, and it was time to turn her out with the other five cats. The kids begged to let her stay inside, but Ron was adamant.

The kitten had other ideas. She thought perhaps we had forgotten her outside, so she meowed constantly at the door until dark. Then she frantically tried to get back inside, any way she could.

That meant tearing down the screens to both front windows.

We knew this looked unsightly, especially being on the front porch, where everyone would see it when they came to our house. We knew Ron would be furious when he saw it, and tell us that the kitten was a bad idea from the beginning.

Fortunately, the kids had some pride in home ownership, and decided to fix the screens...

... with purple duct tape.