(Yes, Annie–the title is for you. ;))
Ok, so the truth is…. Today was a down day. An awful day. Blahier than blah. Parts of today just felt so devoid of hope. So devoid of cheer. So devoid of any possible belief that ‘better days are coming.’ I just felt…. well… depressed! I woke up feeling good, feeling able to conquer the world… When it took two hours to make it through my 40 minute workout video…. well that’s when I started feeling ‘off.’ Then the exhaustion hit… And then just… blah.
So in the midst of this blah an idea forms… I’ve been staring at a sign across the street for days now. I’ve come to think of it as ‘The Sign of Temptation.’ In green stencilled letters it says, “Free Kittens.” The only thing that would have been more tempting for me would be a sign that said, “Free Chocolate.”
For some reason, in my funk, that sign grabbed me…. And wouldn’t let go. I called my sister-in-law to talk me out of it. She did. I called my Dad to talk me out of it. He did. I called my best friend to talk me out of it.
She said go for it. That’s what best friends are for.
And…. well…. I did.
And maybe it’s ridiculous. Maybe it’s irresponsible. Maybe it’s impractical.
But I just kept thinking. This could be a little piece of joy for us to hang onto. A little bit of it. A kitten to cuddle and watch bounce and play. I longed to see Little Miss’s eyes sparkle and Baboo’s curiosity piqued. And I longed to stroke a timid kitten until he purred.
So I did it. I marched across the street. And I found a kitten. A sweet, black kitten. In keeping with our Naval theme we’ve named him Stockdale (our first cat is named Chester Nimitz… though he was originally named after Chester from Gunsmoke because of the hitch in his getalong).
I’m crazy. I know. Even the doctor told me.
But now I’m a crazy lady with another cat. And somehow, that makes me happy.