true story: here kitty, kitty

A family decides to get a cat.
After weeks of searching, they find an ad with TWO adorable kittens (brother & sister) needing adoption. The family decides not to separate them, even though their original plan was to get a female, and they bring home both.
The gray striped kitten they name Elvis.
The female kitten that is black with chocolate tips is named Elvira.
The family is happy with their selection. All is splendid.
Approximately EIGHT weeks later the kittens are taken to be spayed/neutered, have nails trimmed, rabies shot administered, and micro- chips implanted.
A call from the clinic after procedures are carried out goes a little something like this:
"Good news is your cats are out of surgery and everything went great.... (long pause) The bad news is that Elvira IS A MALE. So you have two male cats. You can come get them after one today. Thank you!"

"You're not God, so..."

Snapshot of earlier today, so sweet and ever so excited to wear a wedding gown. Because, "I've never worn a wedding gown before!!!!" "How do you walk?" "O! Can I wear you're veil?" "I've never worn a wedding veil before!!!" "I need some shoes..." "How does this stay on?"

Three came sixteen days ago... The laughter hasn't ceased... Here's a glimpse at bedtime tonight:

Background info: After flinging Elvis (one of our new kitties) off her bed, her punishment was taking away the newly acquired Rapunzel and Flynn Ryder dolls she was planning on sleeping with. Lots of crying ensued along with a "talk"...

Mommy: When you're upset, you can talk to God...
Jeorgia: (sniffling) okay
Mommy: Dear God, my heart is really sad right now
Jeorgia: Dear God, my heart is really sad right now
Mommy: Thank you for forgiveness...
Jeorgia: Thank you for forgiveness...
Mommy: and that tomorrow is a new day...
Jeorgia: and that tomorrow is a new day...
Mommy: and we can try again.
Jeorgia: and we can try again.
Mommy: God says do you love your kitty?
Jeorgia: Yes
Mommy: and you love your mommy and daddy and baby sister?
Jeorgia: Yes
Mommy: God says we don't hurt people and things we love. We take care of them...
(interrupts with a hand in mid-air motioning "stop" and the other gently touching my cheek)
Jeorgia: Mom, you're not God, so don't talk.