After the death of Amy’s cat last week, Frogpondsrock soothed her soul with two new additions to our family.
They’ve settled in nicely. Nathan was dubious, in a grumpy kind of way. He’s right – you can’t replace a dead cat with brand new kittens and make it better. But I’m a big believer in animals helping to fill holes in our hearts, whether that sadness is related to the death of a pet or not.
So we got kittens and I got grumbled at for saying yes. Then I caught him scratching the little tabby’s ears, so I think he’ll come around. My husband is a giant soft hearted marshmallow and for all his grumbles, he loves children and animals. Probably why I’ve been so successful in filling our house with both.
Being sisters, they’ve settled in really well. Amy has named them Rosie (black kitten) and Alley (tabby kitten) and I must admit, I rather like kittens, especially when they get the hang of a litter tray immediately and I don’t have to clean up after that.
For that, I can forgive them for attacking my feet as I walk past them.
