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Archive for December 3rd, 2005
Saturday, December 3rd, 2005Maia
Beautiful Maia…she has brilliant blue eyes, although this photo doesn’t show that!
Saturday, December 3rd, 2005The Giz
Gizmo at seven weeks old…and full of energy!
Saturday, December 3rd, 2005Full House
Several weeks ago a cat chose me. I was at a woman’s home, providing physical therapy services and cats surrounded me…specifically a mother cat and her five kittens. The mother, a Tabby Point Siamese, had arrived at this 87 year old woman’s home and moved in; then delivered her kittens less than a week later. She had found a safe haven, out of the cold. But although she had been welcomed in, her time was now running out. The kittens were six weeks old, and active (an understatement when one watched them dashing through the house, skidding across rugs, tackling pillows, and racing up the back of a couch), and six cats was a challenge for anyone to handle, much less an elderly woman recovering from a hip fracture.
“What will you do with them?” I asked.
“I don’t want to, but I think they’ll have to go to the shelter.”
“Oh no,” I said. Just then mama cat meowed at me, then rubbed my legs. Her purr filled the small kitchen where I sat. I lifted her into my arms and her purr grew louder. Oh no, was right…I was being suckered in. I felt it.
Later that night, I broached the topic with Kip. “What do you think about getting a cat?”
He shrugged, then reminded me that we had talked about waiting until the remodel was over.
“That could be a long time,” I said. “This cat may be at the shelter in a week.”
“Will it make you happy?” He asked.
I smiled.
“Okay,” he agreed.
“I hate to seperate her from all her kittens,” I added wistfully.
Kip raised his eyebrows. “You want to bring home all the kittens too?”
“Oh no!” I laughed, waved away his anxiety. “Just one.”
Three days later, I carted mama cat and one of her little kittens home with me. The elderly lady kept one of the kittens, and the rest went to kitten rescue. No one ended up in the shelter
Mama cat is now Maia. The baby has been aptly named, Gizmo (or The Giz or, when she is particulary mischevious The Gizard Lizard). They sleep on our bed at night. They keep me company next to the computer. They have forged an uneasy relationship with the dogs. The other night, I sat watching television with Argus stretched out next to me on the couch. Giz lay sleeping in my lap. Caribou sprawled on her dog bed nearby and Maia filled the rocking chair. Kip stood, wine glass in hand, and surveyed the scene.
“Where should I sit?” He asked.
I gazed around. There didn’t seem to be any chair or sitting space left. I smiled. “The floor?” I offered. We laughed. I guess it’s time to get the remodel finished. We need the space.