IT"S STILL ATTACHED! Or Hakuna Matata
Yesterday while sitting in the chair reading the phone rang. The husband picked it up, spoke for a few minutes to the caller, and handed it to me. It was my Dad. " Lisa, do you have a box?", he asked. " I think so. Why do you need one?", I asked. " I went to the store and on the way I hear ' Meow , meow, meow.' The damn cat got under my seat and is having kittens." So... about an hour later after I finished laughing I found a box and went outside. " Bring the box here, she's under the seat. You'll have to get 'em. I can't reach under there. I'll get you a towel." " I don't think I can fit either," I said. " You can reach better than I can." " Um, ok." So I gently reached under the seat and extracted the mother... " OOH OOH OOH, one's still attached," I exclaimed as I sat the mommy cat back down. " It's ok. That happens. Just pick it up and put...