Today is the day we’ve planned to drive around in hopes a new kitten will fall in love with our family. Last night, as we said our good nights and brushed teeth, we had a hard time containing our excitement.
This morning, Will has barely made it to the top of the stairs before asking, “What time are we heading out to find a new kitten?”
I assure him that we’ll go as soon as we’ve had a chance to ease in and have coffee.
A half hour later, I’m doing a coconut pull. Invariably, someone needs to ask me a question, or I need to tell the kids something the minute I’ve pulled the spoon from my lips. This morning is no different. Before I hit the shower, I want to tell them what time to plan on heading out to hunt for a new feline sister.
Sometimes the communicating during a coconut pull works. Whether it works or not, it’s always funny – a lot like playing charades.
I stand between the two, get their attention and proceed. I begin by pinching the fingers of both hands together and making it look like I’m drawing whiskers from the corners of my mouth. Jen is quick to say, “Kitten!” I nod enthusiastically and smile. Next, I hold up both of my hands to show all ten splayed fingers, followed immediately by one single finger. Jen yells, “11:00?” I nod. She’s right. Will says, “10:01?” The three of us laugh, and I try to contain the coconut oil.
That is the difference between boys and girls, or maybe it’s just the difference between my two.
At our second stop today, Pansy and Jen fell madly in love.
Jen and I have had some lengthy discussions about male versus female cats. In my experience, female cats are less of a handful. I was having some difficulty trying to understand why Jen was adamant about getting a male. Finally, she admitted that she felt that getting another female cat would be some kind of betrayal of Nina.
I reminded Jen that Nina just wants us to be happy. Getting a new kitten is part of that happiness. Besides, parents have enough love in their hearts for all their kids, just as we have enough love in our hearts for more than one female cat.
On a side note, I can’t help thinking about how narcissists miss out on so much joy in this world. There’s nothing quite as joyful as witnessing your kids interacting with a new pet.