LOST KITTENS

THE LOST KITTENS


Did I tell you the story of the lost kittens? In November I took my daughter's dog "Beau" and my dog "Lucky" for a walk in a field near the soccer pitch. It was the weekend of the hurricane. Beau was sniffing around the tall grass, when out popped a little head. A beautiful frightened kitten. And then another one! The dogs chased and cornered the kitten. I took the dogs home got a cage and some cat food and went back. I found the two little ones huddled under a thistle . I sat down beside them and made a trail of cat food. The calico one was brave and slowly ventured towards the cage. After what seemed
like an hour I managed to get the two of them in the cage and brought them home.
I knew I would keep them . I did and it's been a wild ride. I feel like a 65 year old woman who gave birth to two year old twins. They have utterly destroyed every plant I own. They insist on squating in the plants and digging out the dirt. They have gouged a teeny speck in the wall into a large gaping hole down to the plaster. They bounce on the bed all night.When I toss them out , they take runs at the door and hurl their body against it.
They terrorize the old cat and dog. They scratch and bite.
There are however quiet moments, when they are adorable. I meditate in the mornings. They spread around
me like a little sanga, all spread out in front of the fireplace.This morning they are looking out the window in my study. Watching the pigeons and redpolls at the feeder. They are spellbound. I haven't let them out yet. In the spring , when I start to garden , they will come out and help, by fertilizing, no doubt.
I can't understand people who live alone who won't get a pet because it's too much trouble. It is too much trouble , but it sure keeps you alive and makes it feel like a home (even though at times , it feels like I'm living in a zoo.)