[proud American in Canada]

That was, beyond a doubt, the cutest thing ever! I want one! My husband is allergic but I still want one!

[Viking2002]

Uh huh. Just remember, cute kittens grow up into big, gnarly cats, always clawing the furniture, downloading fetid, noxious Tootsie Rolls into their litter box then slinging litter everywhere trying to bury it, horking up hairballs and half-digested kibble right in front of you that looks like a Stuckey's nut log, urping up puddles of some godawful liqud that looks like dishwashing soap, suddenly losing their minds at 2 AM when you're in a deep sleep and chasing each other through the house at warp speed, sliding into things and otherwise making loud noises, eating the house plants, looking for any opportunity to sneak through a quarter inch wide gap in the front door and making you spend fifteen minutes trying to coax them down out of a tree, and you spend sometimes upwards of twenty years in some cases putting up with this wharf thug behavior 24/7, all just because they look so 'cute' at ten weeks.

I know first-hand. God help us, we have five. LOLOL!

[MayflowerMadam]

“My husband is allergic but I still want one!”

My husband is allergic, and at one time we had eight at once. — all rescues. Now we’re down to five. He loves the cats more than he hates suffering from allergies.