Of course, Terry is very allergic to cats. So kitty had to stay outside much to the mortification of my children. They were immediately smitten with the kitten. =) The cat sat on the window ledge outside while the girls talked to it through the window from the inside. Eventually, I had to take the girls to school and was hoping kitty would find it's way home by the time I returned.
No. Such. Luck.
Kitty was still waiting when I came home. And kitty was still waiting after I picked Reese up from pre-school. And naturally, Reese started begging. She really wanted the potentially disease contaminated animal in the house. I gently reminded her that her daddy was very allergic to cats and we couldn't even let kitty in (as I was calling animal control).
She thought for a minute and came up with this solution:
"If Daddy dies, and you don't die, can the kitty come in then. I think I'll name him Fred."
At least she decided to keep me around.