Playing Hard to Get

I came home today because I felt guilty about leaving the cat. She glared at me from the couch then promptly stalked off to the sunroom to be alone. So much for that. I found some kittens at the lake and I’m pretty excited about it. I haven’t had a kitten in 15 years, time effectively erasing the memory of how much trouble they are and replacing it with how cute they are. The mom cat is some gorgeous long-haired beauty. She runs when she sees me and waits until I’ve gone inside to come back. This used to happen to me with guys in college until I learned the tried and true method of nonchalance. “Don’t chase men, let them chase you,” I tell my nieces. They are all gorgeous and smart but they don’t listen to this advice any better than I did. They hear me tell my son, “Don’t chase women, let them chase you,” and they are understandably confused. But, I digress…. I can see the kittens with a flashlight, too tiny to touch. I love the way cats have kittens of every color and size! Cattin’ around. Yep. Different dads and all that. Probably the mom cat is nonchalant. This litter has one giant gray and white one, one tiny gray one with white feet, and one medium sized black and white one that looks like Sylvester. I really want them all, though I have announced many times that once my cat goes to the great cat farm in heaven (not the fake cat farm your parents told you about), I’m not getting another one. But…..they are so cute! And somebody’s gotta teach them the art of nonchalance. Yep.