I'm not a cat person. Never have been. Which is why I cannot explain the collection of kittens I now have.
I had a cat named Fred when I was in college. Even though I had never loved cats, I loved him because he could fly through the air and land in my face as I opened the front door. That's cool.
After Fred, I said goodbye to cats. I had had one cat, which was much more than I had ever wanted.
Recently, though, some mice came into my house. Cats are better than mice, so we decided to get a kitten. What took me by surprise, though, was how utterly adorable kittens are. They can jump straight into the air from a sitting position all because of a tiny noise. And when they want to be scary, they fluff their tail, stomp their itty bitty paws, and make a hissing noise. They think they are fierce, but they are just really hilarious.
So I took two. And then I took another one. Then another.
Yes, I have four kittens.
Please stop me.
And then my son said something terrifying, "Mom, don't freak out." When you tell a person not to freak out, that pretty much guarantees that they will freak out. And then something astounding happened. Josiah tiptoed to the garage, grabbed a kitten, and put it in my living room. Then, that small, adorable kitty moved faster than my eyes could really keep up with. It did something that looked a lot like ninja wrestling a horrible rodent until that rodent was gone.
In my living room. Where I do my living. Not my naturing.
Then that fluffy kitty began to play with a towel in an adorable fashion that would make you think she had not just swallowed a mouse.
I stood transfixed, torn between total disgust and amazed wonder. I can't decide if she is more disgusting creature or brave champion.
But I have four of them.
I had a cat named Fred when I was in college. Even though I had never loved cats, I loved him because he could fly through the air and land in my face as I opened the front door. That's cool.
After Fred, I said goodbye to cats. I had had one cat, which was much more than I had ever wanted.
Recently, though, some mice came into my house. Cats are better than mice, so we decided to get a kitten. What took me by surprise, though, was how utterly adorable kittens are. They can jump straight into the air from a sitting position all because of a tiny noise. And when they want to be scary, they fluff their tail, stomp their itty bitty paws, and make a hissing noise. They think they are fierce, but they are just really hilarious.
So I took two. And then I took another one. Then another.
Yes, I have four kittens.
Please stop me.
And then my son said something terrifying, "Mom, don't freak out." When you tell a person not to freak out, that pretty much guarantees that they will freak out. And then something astounding happened. Josiah tiptoed to the garage, grabbed a kitten, and put it in my living room. Then, that small, adorable kitty moved faster than my eyes could really keep up with. It did something that looked a lot like ninja wrestling a horrible rodent until that rodent was gone.
In my living room. Where I do my living. Not my naturing.
Then that fluffy kitty began to play with a towel in an adorable fashion that would make you think she had not just swallowed a mouse.
I stood transfixed, torn between total disgust and amazed wonder. I can't decide if she is more disgusting creature or brave champion.
But I have four of them.
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