For a very few things in life I am a total and complete sucker. Some are silly- Like 16 and Pregnant on MTV, some are complete brain rotting guilty pleasures (ahem, Jersey Shore), others are totally understandable- babies of my friends and family, and---- KITTENS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who in their right mind doesn't love kittens?! I don't trust somebody whose heart doesn't completely melt at the first sight of kittens. Even if your not a cat person... that's like hating babies. SOOOOOOOO anyways, I'm a sucker for kittens. Established.
So Saturday, it's my first day back to work after almost two weeks. I walk into a complete catastrophe of Street Fair apps, emails, phone messages, blah blah blah. I worked through the morning trying desperately to unbury myself from the rumble that comes from being away from one's job for such a long time. Anyhow, some time after noon, maybe one- my coworker, my boss and I are standing outside of the office for various reasons... Stephanie and I were having a Smoke, my boss was talking on her phone since she cannot get service in the office; I guess the reasons are not all that important... So, anyway, this woman walks up to Stephanie and I and she is carrying a cardboard box...
She sits down on the bench in front of Steph and I and proceeds to pull out not one, not two, not three, but four TINY tiny baby kittens.
"Y'all want a kitten?" She asks.
Stephanie declines right away, "I can't do cats, I am allergic" She remarks slyly. I pick one up.
NO!!! Holly, you know what this is going to do to you. You are far too week willed to hold a kitten. Your not allowed in Pet stores, and shelters for a reason!
Too late. I'm already holding two. One in my arms, the other has crawled up and perched itself on my neck. And they are SO SO SO tiny. And CUTE, did I mention they are super cute?! Shit. Now I've got a third in other arm.
No. Malabar is the cutest cat in the world, you already own the best cat ever. Plus, these are babies, she would get jealous. Baby kittens are a lot of work, maybe not quite as much of a time commitment as a puppy they.... but, after that, cats are perfect for you! They are independent, but also loving and content animals... and wouldn't it be nice for Malabar to have a playmate?! Yes, yes, a playmate for Malabar, she would love that!
This black one is so so so sweet! Look at her fierce blue eyes! She is so quiet and shy, she needs a mamma! Oh, she is so tiny! I just love love her up...
"What are their genders I ask?" I have an un-fixed female at home already, I can only get one if it is a girl. And really, I do not need another cat. Well, only if the black one is a girl. If the black one is a girl then I can take her home because that would be like a sign. Unless... unless the black on isn't a girl. Then I will have to think about the gray one. Ok, if the black one or the gray one is a girl I can take one of them home.
"Oh, your not sure of the genders? Oh. Alright. Well, I can't take one unless I know it is a girl." That calico one is beautiful, I could take her home if she were a girl. And just as if serendipity were to reach down and tap me on the shoulder, a couple of older women walk up. They are oogling over the cute little kittens and one women says she knows how to tell genders. Hooray!!! I can get a kitten if there is a girl in the litter. So, one by one, the woman checks each kitten out, and wouldn't you know. The WHOLE LITTER is females!
I am so excited I almost squeal like a school girl. And, for a brief moment, I contemplate snatching the box and all four kittens up. And then, images of the old and ghastly cat lady flash through my mind... Ugh, it makes me feel yucky inside. Like I am considering social suicide. Wait, where's the black one at?! Where is MY kitten?! I whirl around to see one of the older ladies desperately trying to talk her husband into letting her have the black one. Uh, excuse me? No. That's MY kitten.
Oh no, what if this crazy old lady takes my cat? That cat is perfect for me. We are perfect for each other. I am not gunna let that lady take my cat home. It doesn't matter anyway, she is getting NOWHERE with her husband. and, before I know it, my baby kitten is back in my hands. She crawls up my should and nestles into my neck. Yep.
"I'll take her" I say, and the woman happily parts ways with the kitten. She is so beautiful, as I am sure you can see. She has a spray of white on her know that looks like a star and the rest of her is pitch black (except for her feet.) hence the reason I named her Stella Luna, and while my other amazing cat Malabar hates both me and Stella Luna right now, I am hoping she too will come around and fall in lover wither her new sister soon.
