March 19, 2005
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Kitten love
There is something inexpressibly sweet and luminous about waking up surrounded by purring kittens. This was the enviable position in which I found myself this morning. All my little guys had gathered to affiliate with the primate. Pinky was on my pillow, nosing me. Hohner was putting his little paw on my beard, and Dingus was at my shoulder. All were just buzzing away like little furry apiaries. It was a real Kodak moment, darkened only by the fact that I REALLY had to get up and empty my bladder. But after some pets and strokes and more purrs and exchanges of mammalian greetings, the trio was off of me and off of the bed altogether, in search of new and more exciting matters–like chasing a particularly interesting tail, or stalking the odd bit of string on the floor.
Thank you Silky, for producing such a fine batch of youngsters. And thank you God, for inventing cats.
Comments (4)
..and thank you Greyfox for transcending the “kittens in the stewpot” phase. Are we going to have to go through the whole cycle again when Frankie has her kittens? And how many cats can that cabin accomodate?
Depends how high they will stack.
I have a plaque that reads…cats leave paw prints on our hearts…they do…huggs…enjoy…Sassy
Ah, how I love cats. God’s most perfect creation in my opinion. Thanks for the advice re: the “self-appointed” sponsor. I do sorta get that feeling, that she’s doing it for a power trip or personal reasons of some sort. I am an easy target (I am a pretty passive person and I have a hard time saying “no”), and I think she sensed that. Plus I’m about the youngest in the group. If it starts jeopardizing my sobriety by making me resentful or overwhelmed, which it rather is already, I will have to say something. I hate confrontation, dammit.