A kitten showed up at our house this weekend. I thought if the house sitter ignored her and the big cats were mean to her she would go away. She didn't.
When we arrived home on Sunday, grief-stricken and teary-eyed, she was on the deck.
I went outside to pick her up. I told her she was not our kitten.
She purred.
We cried.
She pawed at my face with her little feet.
I told her she was the wrong color.
Undaunted, she purred more and jumped from lap to lap.
I sighed, scooped her up and went inside. And now we have a kitten. After all, we had cat stuff, and no cat.
Life goes on even if you are sad. Also, you cannot win an argument with a purring kitten.
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4 comments:
This post is a conflict of emotions. My heart still hurts for you, but I am so happy that this wee adorable kitten arrived to help you heal. She is precious. I hope she is all that you need and more.
That is one adorable, sweet looking kitten. She can't replace your other cat but maybe she can help fill the void a bit?
You are both right. I'm still sad, but I laugh and smile. She's not Icy, but she helps.
She came to you for a reason - not to replace Icy but to start a new chapter in the "cat book" of your life. She is my favorite color, BTW.
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