January 3, 2005
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Kittens Now Available for Pit Bull Training
I’m kidding, of course, but I must admit in all candor that a lot of the gee-whiz and whoop-de-do has gone out of this kitten parenting thing. The first time they climbed up my pant leg, it was real cute. Now that both my legs are marked with bloody scratches from kitten-claws, it is not so cute anymore. The first time one of them swung from the curtain, emitting little kitteny Tarzan yells, it was adorable. Now that the curtain is thoroughly perforated, and Kathy reminds me that if I don’t take steps to curtail that behavior, I will have full-grown cats swinging from the curtain and maybe bringing the whole works crashing down–again, not so adorable. And do I have to say how tired I am of stepping into wet spots on the carpet when I get up?
Don’t get me wrong. I love the little guys and if it came to it, I would put my life at risk to save theirs. This is irrational as hell, I know, but that’s the way it is. But I am learning from experience the wisdom of the advice not to give away critters casually. Having a life ,or three or four or five, absolutely depending on you is a responsibility not to be undertaken lightly.
Still and all, they give me a lot more than they take. I enjoy laying awake at night sometimes listening to the rustling of the newspapers I put down as the little guys romp and stomp around the cabin. The first time I held Hohner and he went to sleep in my arms, my curmudgeon’s heart just absolutely melted. And I take great pleasure in noting little milestones in their development. The latest is that they all no longer retire to their box to sleep. They pretty much bop ’till they drop, and go to sleep wherever they drop.
All in all, as cabin-mates, kittens are way preferable to domesticated primates.
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Look after little Dingus!
ha ha… We were real brats when we had our cats. First off they got de-clawed in the front. Then my guy used to thorw them in the air and catch them on the way down aka… “kitty sky diving” more like kitty free falling though. Then I used to give them baths. They were white long hairs so the fur would get dingy after a couple weeks. They hated it – but they learned to tolerate it after a while. Eventually they became outdoor cats and within a year or so of being outdoors we lost one to a coyote and one to a car. (sigh) I miss my kitties.
Thanks for mentioning the time, I probably would not have noticed. I’ll wait for you to call tonight. BTW, I intend to go to town late today, hit the meeting, shop Fred’s. Experimented with the mozzerella (sp?)–put some on top of canned spinach and ham, added some of that minced garlic you gave me, nuked–yum!
I assume it is still raining up there, it is still raining here–some minor flooding in town and on Big Lake Road.
Hi Sweetie,
Very cool, You and I think quite a like
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As I think on it, we are a nation of shopkeepers, except you, who are a genuine merchant who doesn’t talk and think shop all the time. Thanks be to God.
Believe it or not (it strikes me) you seem now to be of an age and temperament that you could enjoy being a father – I mean to a little human baby. Or, better yet, a grandfather. Still, for the nonce, kittens are a wise choice.
I love kittens…hope your holidays were wonderful…huggs…Sassy