I asked Carole if we could turn the page on all this death, and Sunday we went to the Humane Society and adopted two kittens. In a way I’d like to think that the others made room for these two, who needed a home.
And how fun! I was struck with incredible gratitude last night, hearing their purrs and feeling sad as they look at me and the dog for a place to nurse. Also, Carole and I know that taking these two is an invitation to pain. If we’re lucky, we’ll feel the pain of their leaving us some day and if we’re unlucky, they may feel the pain of us leaving them.
Such a commitment. Our other cat is full of behavior problems but we persevere, for ten years now, in giving her a home. We worry – what if the dog tries to eat the cats? We would be stuck trying to find a home for these cats. We WILL be stuck trying to find a home for these cats.
No we won’t.
Olive.
Thatcher. Named for Ebby Thatcher. Black cats are hard to photograph.
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Congratulations on the new little ones. They are adorable.