More Kittens Indicated

A few months ago Ax and I decided it was time to add some big kitten energy to our home. I went to the kitty rescue but there were no kittens, and not even any adoptable cats.

Because our dog Brownie, we were told kittens a better idea than an adult cat. Kittens could befriend Brownie more easily and generally have a better time integrating into a dog home.

Plus, we theorized, Brownie’s maternal instincts could kick in and the kittens would give her more purpose. So in the back of my mind kitten season would come and we’d get one, maybe two kittens.

Time passed. We went to Italy. We came back. I looked at the month ahead — Ax off on a trip with his dad, then sleepaway camp. Me and Brownie home alone for the longest stretch ever.

I thought, “I need a project or I’m going to be sad sad sad.” I knew I’d be sad anyway, a little bit. But I didn’t want to be sad sad sad. I’d forgotten about the kitten idea.

I called my sponsor Glinda. “Glinda, I don’t want to be alone and sad sad sad in an empty house and I don’t want to be in suboptimal relationships just to not be alone.”

“Get a kitten,” she said.

“Seriously?” I said.

“Yes.”

Truth is, with Ax gone and Brownie all grown up and Mike moved out, I needed something to mother. I didn’t want to amp up my coaching business or my yoga teaching or my legal advisory services or my recovery stuff or travel or turn my house into a rental property. I didn’t want to write a book (well, I kinda did but that’s lonely work). At least, I wanted to do those things but also not be alone.

I wanted to love and be loved and caretake and cuddle. Keep going with beings who were safe, trustworthy, and didn’t mess with my head. Clearly, this called for a solution. More kittens indicated.

I googled kitty rescue and found a place that had new litters ready to adopt. I talked to the proprietress and told her about Brownie. She said come over.

And now I have three kittens. Or, they have me. And Brownie, and Ax. They are lovely sisters. They eat a lot and poop a lot. They grab for feathers. They climb things. They lap sit. They purr and hiss.

They are perfect. I love them. I’m pretty sure they love me. Ax too. Brownie love will be a project. A process. Yay. I’m gonna keep going.