MindSpinner

I am being assisted today in all my activities, including typing, by a marmalade kitten who could be yours. I heard small and plaintive meows this morning, thought I’d better check outside, and found the source instead in the guest room, eyeing me from the top of a bookshelf. A brief interrogation of the usual suspects turned up the facts. Catapult Kid and Dark-Haired Daughter found her on the side of the road last night; Dark-Haired Daughter kept her in her room most of the night but finally put her out in order to go to sleep.

After an hour of strenuously expressing her undying devotion, the marmalade kitten has relaxed enough to curl up next to my right hip to go to sleep. Before her green eyes close, she watches me with trust, even faith. She knows I’ve given her one dish of food and been here for an hour beside her, and on that basis, she is willing to believe that everything is better for now and for always. She has no clue that it takes money I don’t have to get her shots, to have her spayed and to buy twice the cat food and litter.

Yes, she could still be yours, but you’d better hurry up and claim her, or I’ll be asking for donations to the marmalade cat maintenance fund instead. More realistically speaking, I’d better get her to the animal shelter within the hour .