This weekend, my husband and I drove to southern Indiana to house-sit for a friend. We came back today with well-deserved hangovers and two kittens. While the details of the great cat acquisition remain somewhat hazy, it is clear that the kittens are here to stay.
They look like fat little tigers and run with a hopping lean off to the left, like their legs are unevenly matched in length. It’s an endearing gait that makes everything they do precious. I hope the vet agrees with my impression of the situation as something cute and not neurological/physiological.
As we continue to be delighted with the duo’s antics and endless energy, Big Jelly does not share our sentiments. Big Jelly is an old, overweight cat with a long list of things that she doesn’t like; little cats top the list.
Thankfully, the kittens are napping now from the car ride home, hours of tearing through the apartment after each other, climbing up the backside of furniture, and taunting Big Jelly. We are just as tired from chasing after the little cats and preventing the cat fight that is certain to ensure between the kittens and Big Jelly.
I am sure that with enough time and coaxing, the kittens and Big Jelly will become fast friends or least will tolerate being in the same room. By Christmas, I hope to send out a card with the three curled up together on a cushion with their human caretakers, with a message that says, “The more, the merrier.”
Life is a funny and unpredictable journey filled with twists and curves along the way; where we end up and who is there with us is an ongoing mystery. Who could have guessed that we would come home with two, naughty little kittens? Or that they would have already brought so much happiness and laughter?
What is the secret to attaining the same level of kitten induced joy without adopting an animal? Appreciate the small things of life, take chances, and then go ahead and treat yourself by adopting a kitten or two.