The kitty

The truth is, we haven't seen the kitty for a long time. I kept hoping she would stick around. I didn't want to admit it, but I kind of wanted the problem of another mouth to feed, and another warm fuzzy creature to worry about. But she stopped hanging out in our garage and meowing not long after I wrote about her.

Either she was adoped by another family, or she got into some trouble. Of course, I hope it was the former. She seemed like a cat with some fine qualities, even though she was not interested in making friends with Scout.

It took a long time before Scout stopped peeking into the garage every time we walked by. I think she really wanted to have a little sister. Although I could be mistaken. She might have been merely interested in a little Snack.

As some of you know, I am a reformed cat person. I had a cat for eighteen years, and after a pretty wild and crazy kittenhood, she turned out to be the kind of cat who loved to sit in my lap while I would read a book. You have to love that in an animal.

Scout is not as big into reading, but she does keep me walking. For that I am grateful. She is much more time-consuming (read: high maintenance), but that means that I am much more attached to her than I ever thought I would be.

A family in my parish got a black lab last year. The mom said to me recently: I never thought that it was possible to love an animal this much.

Personally, I think loving an animal this much is good for us, if sometimes painful.

Even a little kitty who was only around for a couple of weeks.