Top 50 Worst Decisions

In what may have been one of the more poorly thought through decisions I have ever made, I let Emma give this stray cat a morsel of food the other night.  We had come home to find it on our kitchen counter.  Mangy and somewhat injured looking.  Very skinny.  Emma wept for over an hour as it loitered outside, unable to even meow. 
And now, somehow, we are in Germany with the recent acquirement of a cat.  Which has been fortified from the food we ended up buying for it, to save our own people food, and has become quite aggressive about getting inside the house.  Every time the kids open the door.  It darts in.  And then I spend time trying to shoo it from behind the the coffee maker or out from under a bed.
Then... it recovered enough to start scratching.  Guess who. Landon.  Poor guy.  He has gotten scratched twice but now doesn't pick the cat up. Kind of.  We have gone through a bottle of hand soap, but I am not interested in "cat scratch virus".  So we ended up leaving the house.  There was no other option! Couldn't keep the cat out.  Couldn't keep Landon in.  No win.  We went to the Wildpark where there are only Lynx and 1000 German people on summer break. 

We are taking the cat to the humane society Friday.  In the meantime, tomorrow we are going to go ride our bikes on a busy street.  To avoid the cat drama.