My big sister is staying at our parents house to convalesce after surgery and I went home to visit her this past weekend. She is holding up wonderfully and the house is filled with stray kittens my mom has been nursing with an eye dropper.
Delectable, delicious, completely addictive, tiny kitties. I found myself holding one or two to my chest at all times. Even At The Dinner Table. I just couldn't let them go. Bestest sisters and kittens curled up in bed, it was like a reenactment of Little Women gone weirdly hippie as Micha may or may not have had a collection of new agey crystals at her bedside.
My cats in Brooklyn are cruel beasts- no petting, no sitting on laps, no getting to bury your face in kitty fur. But oh good lord, these kitties were made for kissing.
My mom named them after two of my great great grandmothers. Calla Lily (Lily was her maiden name) has the orange head and Ella Averill has the black head and the (nearly) bad attitude.
For the first time ever, I'm having heart palpitations over cats. A love at first sight, soul mate, get married and have kittens kind of love. Maybe this new found admiration will inspire long hoped for mutual respect on the homefront?
Hmm. Probably not.
For the first time ever, I'm having heart palpitations over cats. A love at first sight, soul mate, get married and have kittens kind of love. Maybe this new found admiration will inspire long hoped for mutual respect on the homefront?
Hmm. Probably not.
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