You know I love cats. For most of my adult life, I have roomed with a cat or two. Ona was my kitten in college, coming with the apartment, and all the way until your Daddy David and Auntie Katie were kids. She was an old cat when she had to leave us. Then came Shalom and Copy, then Stoney and Sassy… and now, Mouse.
Kittens are so satisfyingly silly and pouncy, with just enough curled-up sleepiness, to be the perfect new love. As months pass, they grow from silly and pouncy to restful and reassuring at a rate that is pretty consistent with my attention span.
I loved Mouse when she was a tiny pouncer, attacking unwary toes and dangling knitting yarn. And I love her now in full blown cat-pillow mode.
But I still love kittens, and it is kitten season here in Portland.
Out in the neighborhood, we found these two characters: Potatoe and Potato, according to their collars, twin polydactyl brothers that look like tiny jaguars. Polydactyl mean “Many Toes”, and these guys have one extra on each paw. Their feet look like snowshoes! They are friendly and brave, still learning about the world but willing to be petted.
They are good about looking for traffic and bounding under parked cars, but I still worry. In a neighborhood of hawks, owls, cars and wayward scooters, small things need to stay on their toes… all five of them!