The actual results of being married to a push-over

So last week the gardener decided to shake out an old tarp that had been sitting in our garage so he could fold it up. To his great surprise, five tiny kittens and a hissing mama cat went flying every which way. He felt horrible and gathered them up and then came to get us. I was all for calling the vet.....BUT I am married to Michael. The person who loves animals so much he almost became a wildlife biologist instead of a doctor. AND I am the mother of his children who have apparently inherited this weakness. So now we have a family of cats living on our back porch. (I flat out refused to have them in the house)

I am comforting myself with the knowledge that we absolutely cannot take any of them with us. First of all, we don't want a cat in the car on a two week trip, and second of all we would have to pay upwards of $6,000 dollars per animal to have them quarantined and checked over in Britain. (This is required for any animal coming from Turkey - so most people with beloved family pets start saving early or try not to be assigned to Britain) Even my animal loving husband isn't willing to pay that much for a cat that showed up at our house four weeks before we leave.

We will call the vet when we have to leave so that they aren't hanging around an empty house waiting to be fed. But the family is enjoying them while they are here.

My husband is such a marshmellow.