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 - heeeeeere's your hostess, Mother Catresa!
Hi folks!
I love all of my kittens, and most of them eventually end up loving me. Every once in awhile, though, I get a furry baby who just seems to be crazy about me, falls hard, and can't get enough of me. I, in turn, lap up the attention like the kitty would with tuna juice from a can, and I can't help falling especially in love.
In this litter, that kitten is Brita - the grey and white baby who was so emaciated and not eating well when I first brought her and her littermates home on Mother's Day. The poor girl has had a tough time, and seemed so weak when I got her, compared to her more rambunctious littermates. But even then, she sought me out like I was her own four-legged mother, and she wanted to do nothing but lie gently and quietly on my chest and snuggle. Brita is like my shadow. I have to watch my every move, so I don't accidentally squash her. If I am lying down on my side, for instance, I have to stretch my hand behind me, to make sure she isn't lurking behind my butt before I roll over. And she usually is somewhere within a three-inch radius of my body, if she's not actually on top of it.
Now, I am happy to report that Brita has gained weight, is eating like a champ, purring loudly, and romping around like a regular, happy kitten. Meanwhile, her black and white tuxedo sisters - Blythe and Basia - went in for their spay surgery this week, and are out on the adoption floor. Brita and Babe, her black sister, are not quite big enough yet to be spayed, but I am bringing them both in to Animal Friends on Sunday for a kitten shower. An adopoter can pre-adopt either kitten, then pick them up when the kitties are ready. The two I have may have gained the tiny amount of weight needed in the past week to go ahead and have the surgery.
Gosh, kittens like Brita - the ones I bond the most deeply with - are the hardest to give up. I am going to spend lots of time with the babies this weekend. And I'm going to cry when it's time.
It feels so good when an animal loves you that much - in fact, Brita starts purring just by looking at me, as soon as I walk in the room. It's so sweet and touching. She is a smitten kitten indeed, and so am I.
Now, if only I could find a two-legged primate who would fall in love with me like that!
Until next time, I remain,
Mother Catresa
Patron Saint of Homeless Felines
(and the "smitten kitten")
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