We agreed to cat-sit Duty’s friend’s cat Lily for a week because he was going away and had no one to watch said kitty. So far, it’s been interesting.
Brogan is scared shitless of kitty (and kitty zoomies) and so we have to mostly keep them apart. Kitty, being 8 months old or so, is inquisitive and wants to play. Brogan, not so much. He’d much prefer sitting in a corner, shaking. And that’s fun for all of us, as you can imagine. He’s been spending a good bit of time during the day outside with his pal Lily. Good thing the weather is nice.
Also too: Miss Kitty is not a miss! Unless the wee testicles are an anomaly of some sort. Duty’s friend seems not to be a cat person (he and his now ex-girlfriend got the cat in December and girlfriend moved out in March, leaving the cat) because a) he was unaware of said gender and hasn’t gotten the kitty any shots or anything, b) doesn’t seem to understand the nature of cats (neither does Duty) and c) wants to find a new home for the kitty (which is good for the cat). If Mr. Kitty and Brogan could get along, I’d keep him. Unless that shifts fast after snippins, it’s not likely.
I do miss having a kitty cat, though. When we get another, I think it will be an older, more sedate one so that peace reigns in the house once again.
Also, dear diary, I got to hold two month-old babies while at my cousin’s yesterday. Even when they spit up on me, I love holding them. I love giving them back, too.
Had things been different, I might have been a decent mom. Likely not the kind who cooked and cleaned and had cookies ready at the end of the day, but there would have been no question they’d feel loved. That’s one of my mad skillz. I know how to love with all my heart and people can feel that. My mom did that too. Looking back, I never, not once, ever, felt like I wasn’t fully and completely loved by my mom and dad. They had their issues, as we all do, but that wasn’t one of them.
So, yeah. Kittens and babies. I haz them.