We now return to KITT-FM, where it's all kittens, all the time. And now, broadcasting live from our studios in Purrbank, Cat-ifornia - heeeeere's your hostess, Mother Catresa!
I thought that I was giving my two kittens back this week, and that this post would be a sentimental tear-jerker about loving, losing and letting go with Brita, the gray and white "smitten kitten" I've bonded with so much. But, because Babe still needs to gain weight, Brita got to come back home with her sis for another week or so, while Babe - who also needs more socialization - fattens up. Yippee! I think God knew that I wasn't yet ready to give up my baby girl, who has been such a source of comfort, love and affection during a stressful time for me.
Meanwhile, Blythe and Basia, the tuxedoes, got adopted into good families on Sunday. Hooray!
So, since the drama has been delayed for awhile - now, it's back to the wild comedy for which Mother Catresa's Chronicle is known.
I want to share with you an amusing pattern I've observed at the shelter during kitten adoptions. As I have shared before, a common malady of kittenhood is malodorous gas - seriously! Whew! It's provided some unpleasant nose-tickling, but also delightful funny-bone-tickling, for me. You've just gotta have a sense of humor about these things - life is dull otherwise! You've been warned: read on for more, if you can stand it.
Well, kitten farts tend to be the silent but violent types. So, in a social situation, it can create some embarrassing moments for the foster moms and adoption counselors. The kitten will slyly cut one, and since there's no sound to pinpoint the origin, there's just a mysterious odor - and, naturally, the people in the room wonder who is responsible. Surely, not that tiny little kitten, right? Oh yes, it was! We know that, but the visitors don't. People get paranoid that the visitors think they, not the frisky felines, are floating the smelly air biscuits.
So, to tactfully address the aroma, staff members and volunteers often simply say, "Um, I think he/she needs to use the litter box."
The other day, I overheard such a remark during a kitten shower at the shelter, when Basia was being Little Miss Grumpy McGassy. I couldn't stop giggling about it for the rest of the day, and it's still making me chuckle.
Does anyone else get how funny that is?
What? No? You're not laughing?
Well, I guess you just had to be there.
Until next time, I remain,
Patron Saint of Homeless Felines
(and the "smitten kitten")