On her last day with us, we had to run somewhere and I told Micah that I thought it was a good idea to leave her outside in her crate instead of in the garage. He argued with me, but I insisted that she needed some sun. Although I knew that she had been practicing her climbing skills and was close to being able to climb of of the crate, I didn't think that she would. When we came back home, Micah was devastated to see that she was gone! He cried, and cried, and cried. It was SO sad. For a spilt second, I mean as soon as it enter my head, it was gone… I thought maybe the boy needs a pet. He would love a little kitten and Stacy would too. But who would end up taking care of it? Who would train it? Who would watch it while we go on our cruise? Like I said, as soon as it entered my head, it was gone. At least Micah was able to mark one thing off of his "Summer to do list" He wanted to "get a pet."