First Timothy at the Vet

What's a shot?

The cat needs a name.

As anyone would suspect, naming an animal is serious business.

~ and everyone has opinions ~  

We finally settled on First Timothy.

Our preacher was giving us a lesson from

 I Timothy the day we found him.

And, thankfully, he is a boy.

So Timmy it is.

Or as Matthew calls him; T-Dog.

And, no, there is not a Second Timothy.

In the Bible, yes.

On our farm, no.

Church Cat

It was a normal Sunday morning.

We got up, fed the animals,

got ready for church, and went.

During the service, when our song leader told the congregation

that there were kittens in the parking lot 

that had crawled out from under a car; 

it never occurred to me that it would affect me.

Personally.

Ahem.  Well.

It did.

As we were minding our own business,

and starting to leave the parking lot after services,

my darling daughter Ranae pointed and screamed,

"There is a kitten under that car!"

What does a person do in that instance?

Well.  We did what most people would do.

We stopped and tried to help get the kitten out from under the car.

And then we took it home.

That's what most people would do.

Right?