Heart Kitty Resurfaces

{First things first. 1.) Thank you for all your sweet, thoughtful comments yesterday. I read every single one and am crazy thankful for every single one of YOU. 2.) My scripture project was a sad, sad flop. (Insert background sound effect... Wah. Wah. Waaaah.) I haven't given up. I'm simply moving on to plan B. 3.) Grandpa was admitted to the hospital yesterday. He was severely dehydrated and had very low blood pressure. Today, he is doing much better. God is good.}

Estella Dru has a stuffed cat. I blogged about it once. His name is Heart Kitty. Actually, his full name is Heart Kitty Blasty Space-off. Don't ask. I have no idea. She was three. That's what her three year old mind came up with. But as I explained in the previous blog post, bless her sweet little heart, Estella Dru had some speech issues back then. So every time she said, "Heart Kitty," it came out "Hot Titty." (Sorry if that offends you. She said it, not me.)

Somehow Hot Titty, ummm, I mean, Heart Kitty, has resurfaced. I have no idea where he has been all these years, but this morning, I found him sitting next to Estella's cereal bowl.

Poor Heart Kitty looks rough these days. That's what happens when you take on a sultry alias and live a fast, crazy lifestyle. Let that be a lesson to you, folks.