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Guest Blogger: Ellen Watkins aka the Devoted Cat Lady
I got Curly (and his brother Larry who died several years ago…) when they were kittens. I don’t know what possessed me to get kittens. I swore I would never have kittens again after several negative experiences. I guess I was so heartbroken because of the loss of my precious Herkimer cat that I just wasn’t thinking straight. I take complete responsibility for that stupid decision. Well, it wasn’t totally stupid. The boys were fine…once they grew up.
But kittens…there are a lot of reasons not to have kittens. When I had two kittens who happened to be brothers, I was reminded of those reasons. Kittens are absolutely adorable. They have such sweet faces and they are so little and cute. You would never think that they could be totally destructive. But they are.
Even though they are little, they can break a lot of things because they are always jumping around and trying to climb on things and explore their world. And they are clumsy. Curly and Larry, collectively, caused a lot of monetary damage and destroyed a whole lot of things that I really liked. Things that were breakable, made of porcelain, glass, pottery. I learned that by the time I heard the crash, it was way too late.
Kittens are constant experimenters. They experiment with lots of things, like (dare I say it?) sex. Every morning the brothers would take turns mounting each other on the bed. Even though they were both fixed…I never could figure that one out.
And since there were two of them, and they were brothers, they were twice as mischievous. And twice as destructive. When Larry died, they were both about six. Curly calmed down a lot once his brother was gone. He hid. I rarely saw him.
I miss the constant action. I don’t miss all the broken stuff. Or the weird sexual stuff. That’s why I will never have kittens again. I never say never but I am in this case.
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