My loves
I ran into a pair of kiddos at Pet Supermarket yesterday. As I do.
One reminded me of Cocoa. Bright eyes, playful. Gray and brown striped tabby. Danced the way Cocoa does when she wants me to wake up.
The other had the same coloring. But its eyes were crossed. One eye was a little swollen.
When I looked in the cage by the register, the first one bounded into the action. Look at us! Look how cute we are! Take us home please! Me and my twin here, c’mon you know you wanna!
The second looked sad. Like, hi, I’m here too. Hope you could love me but I’d understand if you can’t.
I did what I always do. I told them I loved them. I hoped they’d get a nice house and a good family. And that they’d get to go together.
This particular store always seems to sell one and not the other. But I’m holding onto hope.
I told mom about this pair, how I wish I could have taken them.
She had eye surgeries as a kid. I bet she would have fallen in love with the calmer kitty. How that calm kitty would love Cocoa and Bella. How Magic needs another kitten to be crazy with.
I look at my 3 bebes, who spent all afternoon with me as I caught up on work. I always think of how I want them with me forever.
Cocoa’s little legs, man.
But every time I tell myself my heart will shatter without my babies, I meet another baby who needs a momma.
Speaking of, I need to go see my downstairs babies. I call them Kadie Jr., Cocoa Jr. and Nutmeg Jr. After babies I’ve loved (Kates and Nut) and still do (Cokie).
Who knew my greatest loves would all have tails?