Now not very interested in picking a kitten, I contemplated my options. It didn’t seem fair to randomly choose from whatever two females my sister didn’t pick. Mom was obviously enjoying herself, and she had a major soft spot for tortoiseshell cats. I was about to give her the pick of the second kitten when she looked up and saw me staring at the black tabby.
She made a noise to get my attention and then gave me a knowing look.
“You can choose one boy-”
The words were barely out of her mouth before I informed her that I had made my decision and hugged the little sixth kitten close.
“All right, then, you can have him. It looks like you still have to pick one of the females, Sarah. Two boys would just fight.”
Sarah, who still looked stunned by my vehement kitten-claiming, just nodded, and went back to playing with the two orange sisters. Suddenly, the day seemed a lot more promising.
My sister eventually settled on one of the orange kittens. As soon as that kitten and her brother finished getting a drink from their mom, we loaded them into the cat carrier. They cried almost all the way home, but settled into the large crate in the garage like they had lived there their whole lives. Dad quickly came around when he saw them and gave his permission for them to be indoor-only kitties, keeping them safe from the dangers of the outdoors. I knew everything was going to be perfect a few days later when my kitty fell asleep in my arms with his paws around my neck. Sometimes life just works out like that.
Article comments
1 - Dr Joseph S Maresca
Cats make nice pets. They are very smart and perceptive.