A few months ago, a cat began hanging around our house. He appeared to be a stray, although he seemed too healthy to have been homeless for long. The girls, especially Alyssa, began spending quite a bit of time giving him all kinds of love and attention, which he eagerly returned.
Then one day, Anna showed up with some cat food "borrowed" from one of her friends. She asked if we could keep him, and was told no. Having a cat in the house is out of the question. However, having a cat live outside is something I didn't really see much harm in.
So on a trip to Wal-Mart, I looked the other way as Anna bought some cat food and began a clandestine feeding operation. It lasted for all of about 6 hours before being discovered. There was some consternation and discussion, and finally an agreement that an outside only cat might just be OK.
Anna decided on the name Tucker, then changed it to Tuckee after learning that cats respond better to names ending in ee (she read it on the internet, so it must be true).
The girls made him a house from a box and padded it with the towel I never returned to my sister after our trip to Hawaii (sorry, Karra). I suspect this house will only last until the first real cold snap, and then I'll need to come up with something just a little more secure.
But for now, the girls are having the time of their life with their new pet.