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There was a... miscommunication... about the kittens.

My friend Cammy fell in love with Xander and was planning to come and meet him this weekend. Edna had told us to try and find homes for them and we told her that a friend had expressed some interest.

This afternoon we looked out the window and saw her granddaughter and great-grandson taking Xander and Barker away to "play with them" for awhile. He had talked his parents into letting him keep two, and he picked those two. (They were remarkably clean due to the expensive, Erin-purchased flea shampoos we gave them last week.)

The kid didn't know that Xander was already promised to someone-- it was just an unfortunate incidence of timing. But I feel really, really horrible about the whole thing. I don't even know how to tell Cammy that the kitten she fell in love with was given away without our knowledge.

I think this is the same kid, by the way, who named the Mama cat "Noodles". So chances are that Xander and Barker are going to go live down in Virginia as Midnight and Fluffy, or something. :(

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