There’s a little black and white stripped kitten that is hanging out in my parents backyard, despite the presence of our nearly 200 lb mastiffe. He mews at me from afar. A little helpless mew that is just begging for a good kitten snuggle. I’ve been feeding him cans of tuna in an attempt to bribe him to my fingertips, but every time I make a move in his direction he darts off like the little tease he is. Finicky bastard.
This is as close as Kitten Little lets me get.
Baby is happy to watch from afar, splashing around in the pool.
I’m not even sure I like cats. They come out cute and puffy with those big eyes and that little mew voice, but before you know it they’re all claws and teeth and piss. This kitten looks like he’s the type. Wiley, skinny, giant green eyes that are just oozing cute innocent kitten. I know the risks, but over the past two days it has become my own personal goal to harness my animal spirit skills and give this kitty a proper ear scratch. It is a healthy obsession, and more than that, it has distracted me from life events that I would rather not be a part of.
The first being the three year anniversary of my sisters death. The day always creeps up on me, it’s like this terrible heaviness that sits inside of me and makes me smell of rot and feel even worse. I was determined to make it a beautiful day, wonderful and full of hope. I was determined to bask in the happiness that my sister afforded me in her life and to try to push away all memories of the day of her death.
Unfortunately, fate, or god, or the universe fucking hates me.
My dog, Tiny, that my family has had since we lived in our old house, went into cardiac arrest. His heart gave away and his lungs filled with fluid. We spent a night listening to him hack and pant, which isn’t that unusual since he was about 14 years old and he was always old manning it, clearing his throat, shedding, farting. But this time the pants were heavier and his tick rottweiler tail didn’t quiver in gleeful anticipation of our touch. We took him to the vet, the vet told us the news, and we all took turns patting and kissing him until it was time for him to go. I sat with him so he wasn’t scared and stroked his face. He relaxed and smiled and seemed okay with going, and then his eyes got a little dim and it was all over.
Even though I know he hurt, I feel like in some way I did him a disservice. I keep thinking about if he wasn’t ready to go. I keep thinking that maybe he would still be okay, or we could have done more, even though the vet said we couldn’t.
His face smelled like a sweet dust. Always kind of perfumy. I liked to hold my cheek to his and smell him, he would tap his tail to the ground and smile at me when I did. And I miss that the most.
Part of me wants to believe that Tiny chose this day with more knowledge than I have. That he wanted to help heal me. That by being beside him when he died, and knowing that he was soft and peaceful and gone when he was gone, would give me some kind of closure. That he was healing all of us. I’m just not so sure I believe in that. I’m not so sure it makes anything hurt less.
My two favorite lady friends came to cheer me up, and to take me out dancing. Sometimes I feel like maybe I’m too high maintenance of a friend/lover/person. Like I have so many things that I’m sensitive to, and so many times where I need a helping hand, that I’m just not worth it. My two best of friends proved to me that I am worth it. That I always will be. I am eternally grateful to them for all the love and happiness they give to me, and last night when we danced we were the hottest ladies in the club, and I laughed and smiled sincerely, even if there was sadness behind it, I was free and happy for at least a couple of hours.
I will continue to stalk this kitten. With every can of tuna he/she/it sneaks closer. The kitten reminds me of sister in a lot of ways and his presence seems like another coincidence that isn’t so coincidence. It makes me happy that even if this little pussy runs when I get within 5 feet of it, it comes out mewing when I call.
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