At 1:15am this morning, we were woken by emergency services response to the mass shooting at a nearby movie theater. For those of you not familiar with Denver, this happened in one of the sketchiest areas of the city. The suburb of Aurora is notorious for gang and drug activity.
We live about 15 minutes from this theater. While we're officially in Denver, we've been feeling the "creep" of Aurora headed our way. We listed our house in May and had it under contract a few weeks later. We were headed to the foothills, hoping for a quieter neighborhood and a shorter drive time for LB. Our buyers turned out to be con artists who demanded $60,000 off their offer after last week's inspection (it had turned up only a few hundred dollars of needed repair). Needless to say we told them to eff off.
We lost the beautiful mountain house we had under contract. LB was looking forward to a 12-minute commute, and The Pea was over the moon about attending an elementary school with deer and elk wandering the grounds. We didn't feel we could have our house sold again by the time she starts kindergarten next month, so we took it off the market. We'll remodel the kitchen and try again next spring.
I had planned on getting our cat a kitty buddy once we'd moved. Last night, Pea and I visited our local shelter and found the most handsome little devil (above). He's three months old and full of high octane kitten energy. He is unafraid of our 15 lb. tom who just wants to love up the baby cat. We have yet to name him, but I'm leaning towards "Henry."
I'm looking forward to a weekend filled with kitten love and vodka lemonades. I hope yours is lovely.