Purrs In The Valley

 

Just a furry ball of stripes and spots and paws and all!

            Since the kittens were both asleep and she wasn’t, I was making a special attempt to pay more attention to Suzy. It had been a rather rough few weeks for her, resulting in lots of change.
            She was up here on the desk in her conference position. She wasn’t talking yet, but she was here. I knew what that meant.
            “Well, Suz,” I said. “How do you like the new desk landscape? Much neater isn’t it?”
            “Everything is moved around, and some of it is missing,” she said.
            “You have more room on the desk now!” I said. She does this grudging assent thing where she closes her eyes and dips her nose. That way I know she heard me, but doesn’t want to talk about it.
            “Life is change, how it differs from the rocks. Kantner said that in a song I think,” I said.
            “Yeah, change bites!” she came right back with.
            “But some changes are really neat! Look at those kittens!” She glanced around nervously.
            “Oh, I know you love those two. But, I don’t think I was ever that busy! They’re either on or they’re asleep! I never know what they will do next. And think of poor Mr. Baby! His tail. They won’t stop with his tail!” she said.
            “You’re right about that. You weren’t that wild. I think wild is the operative word. One of their recent ancestors was an actual wild cat! They sort of can’t help it, and they’ll grow up some day,” I said. “You were a very sweet quiet girl kitten. These are Tom kittens and we must deal with it!”
            I had been hearing some rustling movement in the next room while Suzy and I were talking. She heard it too
            Soon a small spotty, stripy creature wandered out onto center stage. Booker.
            “Hello, Booker, sweet baby,” I said, as a greeting upon his arrival.
            A small voice said, “I am Love. I am looking to see how it all works!”
            “You see how it is, Suzy,” I said. “How could any cat look askance at that?”
            “Hello, Child,” she sighed at him, down on the floor.
            Soon he managed to climb up to my arms and settle there. Love, indeed!
            Sweetie followed his brother out of the bedroom behind me. He looked almost exactly like Booker, but not quite. They are quite distinct to the eyes of Love.
            “Hi, Sweetie,” I said.
            Another small voice said, “I am Love. Where is my brother?”
            “Come on up, Sweetie. He’s here with Suzy and me,” I told him. So he did climb up and join the party. I held both of them until they became more awake, and then they wanted down to continue their explorations.
            “Isn’t it good, Suzy?” I said. “They are so very alive!”
            “Yes, life is good, and I will do my best to watch over them and love them too,” she said at last. She was actually purring as she watched them tumble around the floor.
            “Soon they will be bigger than you! Can you believe it! What a change that will be,” I said.
            “Yes,” she purred.
            (PS, they all three napped together today! I saw them!)

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