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Milo ~ The chew toy
The days turned into weeks and time flew by as the kittens grew and learned. They became braver, stronger, and more playful with each passing day. The box had long since stopped containing them and now they were beginning to want to venture outside of the mudroom where they had spent the entirety of their short lives.
Rascal was frantic for them to come out, and they were determined to find a way out of their one-room prison. One evening after dinner, but before our ice cream dessert, Van suggested that we do a short meet and greet with the kittens and the dogs.
My heart slammed into my chest at the mere idea of it. “They are just babies,” I practically wailed, “and these dogs are huge.”
Derek had opened the door to the mudroom and the three of us stood staring
