Kittens

About a month ago Kyle and I found a snake in our yard, so we decided we needed some cats to keep the snakes and mice away. Friday afternoon we picked up the kittens and when we got home Kyle began playing with them and trying to get them acquainted with their new home. When he came in from playing with them he began complaining and saying he didn't feel well. I didn't pay much attention to that because it is not unusual for him to feel bad and then be fine within thirty minutes or so. About ten minutes later, we went walking and when we got finished ran to Wal Mart to get some things for the kittens. When we got back, Kyle was playing with the kittens in the utility room before we locked them up in the kennel for the night. Right before bed time Kyle made the comment that he just didn't feel right and I just thought to my self, "You'll be fine in the morning." Yeah right, Kyle woke me up at about 2a.m. saying his throat was swelling and he was breaking out in hives. In panic mode, we jumped up and ran to the nearest gas station, that was open, in search of benadryl. The gas station only had children's benadryl so Kyle drank about half the bottle and luckily by morning he was fine! The point of the story is Kyle is allergic to the kittens and now the poor things must stay outside. Even though, outside is where they are intended to stay I feel sorry for them because it is so hot!

Neither of them have names yet. We are still working on that.

Our dog Gram just loves the kittens and is constantly begging to go outside and play with them. The kittens, on the other hand, do not feel the same about Gram. They are not sure what to think of him and are constantly hissing at him. I feel so sorry for Gram, because he means well and is trying to be nice. 

Gram is begging them to play with him... Poor guy...