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We
are now blessed with two new little bundles of joy.
No, I didn’t give birth, and we don’t have
any grandchildren. These are kittens.
Eldest Son no longer lives at home. He shares
a household with several other very nice young people, and together they have a
dog and a cat.
Cats, being…well, cats, are tricky. And with
it being springtime, cats become frisky. Tricky and frisky leads to kittens.
Their cat managed to sneak outdoors, and rewarded the household with the fruits
of the escape, a new batch of babies.
Eldest Son found the litter of new kittens
adorable, but excessive.
Once weaned, the kittens were adopted out to
new homes. We were blessed with two of them. Thank you Son.
Thank you for helping me stave off the slowing
of reflexes that sometimes comes with aging. My instinctual movements have been
sharpened considerable these last few days, because now, walking across a room
is equivalent to traversing a minefield.
Darting kitten underfoot, watch your step!
Don’t finish that stride, even though your foot is only three inches from the
floor! Abort! Abort! Shift entire body weight in a split second!
Thank you for sparing me a full night’s
sleep. It is much more entertaining to have my nose used as a chew toy.
The rejuvenating effects of hearing crying in
the middle of the night, insistent and demanding, had all but slipped into the
realm of the forgotten.
Thank you for helping build up my endurance.
The crying kitten will wail inconsolably for hours, despite offerings of milk,
soft food, hard food and lots of snuggling, but I will hang in there until the
little darling is peaceful once more.
Thank you for helping me update my coiffure.
The new style is the result of having my hair batted back and forth by the first
feline soccer champions. It seems to give them a great deal of pleasure, which
is more important than mere appearance.
Thank you for helping me become more limber.
Having a kitten leap onto my back as I sit watching television has increased my
flexibility dramatically, requiring considerable twisting and bending to reach
back there and pull it off.
Thank you for reminding me the virtue of
patience. Losing everything I typed during the last hour, when they playfully
dislodge the computer power cord could have sent me into a tizzy, but I have
learned to remain placid, and back up my work frequently
Thank you for helping my heart stay strong.
There is no greater cardiovascular workout than to be reading a suspense novel
and have a kitten jump you from out of nowhere.
Thank you for the smiles. Watching these two
hooligans wrestle and scuffle, or leap straight up in the air at the sight of
one another, provides all of your extended family with many giggles.
Seeing them run from the carpet to the
hardwood floor then try to stop abruptly, resulting in a skid worthy of an
action movie car chase, brings on hold-our-sides guffaws.
Watching them arch and puff with great bravado
at seeing their own reflection, has caused peals of laughter to burst forth from
everyone in the household.
Thank you for the joy. Observing one perch
anxiously on the edge of the couch, vibrating with anticipation, while the other
approaches, casual and unaware, until the kamikaze attack occurs, is priceless
entertainment.
Watching them grow, learn, and sleep, has
improved our frame of mind, even on days when we may have been tired or grumpy.
It’s almost like having you here again.
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 Marti
Lawrence is a humor columnist, who lives in Grain Valley, Missouri. She is a
wife, mother, friend, humor columnist, online retailer, aspiring novelist, and
pumpkin farmer...a woman who is trying to do ten things at once, but only
succeeding at about half of them!
Marti has a book of 40 humorous essays, entitled, Queen Klutz, The misadventures of a very clumsy woman.
She has been published in the Examiner
Newspaper, in Independence, Missouri, and the 2006 Writer's Blog Anthology available
for download at Lulu
publishing. She has also published a blog since January of 2005 called Enter
the Laughter. You can contact her at martilawrence@gmail.com
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