“So, I heard back from the lady with the kittens,” I said to my husband, Marc, early in the morning three weeks ago. “She said that I can come by this morning to look at them. So I am going to.”
Marc didn’t say anything.
“Do you want to come with me?” I asked.
“I don’t want to go anywhere today,” he replied. “I still feel a little sick. I’d rather stay home.”
I didn’t say anything. I just waited.
A few hours later as we were working out I announced, “I told her I’d be at her house around eleven-ish, so as soon as I take a shower I am going to head over there.”
Marc got angry. “Why are you pushing this? We still have work to do at the house. We are leaving for Florida in a week. I am not ready for another cat yet.”
“I am not pushing anything. I just want to see the kittens. And I have to go. I have been emailing the foster mom all week. I can’t just not show up now, that would be so rude. And besides, it is not like I am planning on adopting one,” I lied. “I just want to see them. But don’t worry; you don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to.”
Marc didn’t reply.
About a half hour later, I grabbed my car keys and announced, “I am going now. I’ll see you in a little while.”
“Wait,” Marc said. “Let me get my shoes. I am coming with you.”
“You don’t have to,” I said, stubbornly. “You can stay home.”
Marc just muttered “no.”
We drove in silence, both of us deep in thought. As we approached the house, I didn’t know what to expect.
We rang the doorbell and were greeted by the sweetest woman imaginable. “Follow me,” she announced. The kittens are upstairs. “Don’t worry if the momma cat hisses at you. She is very protective of her babies,” she explained.
But the momma didn’t hiss. Instead, she sat right on my lap and rubbed her face against mine, giving me a kiss. She immediately approved of us for one of her babies. There were five – three girls and two boys. One was cuter than the other. I sat on the floor and Marc sat on a chair. We both were instantly smitten.
Every kitten that Marc picked up dozed on his lap. “Wow, you are like the cat whisperer,” the foster mom commented. Marc simply smiled.
We played with the kittens for about a half hour, and then the unexpected happened. Marc said, “We probably should get going soon. Which one do you want?”
My eyes filled with tears. “Really?” I asked. “You’re okay with this?”
Marc’s eyes filled with tears too. “Yeah. We have to help another friend. Alex would want us to. And it isn’t fair not to. One of these kittens needs our love. So which one will it be?”
“This one,” I said as I picked up one of the little girls.
Lucilla Alexis Grossman – born December 10th 2012 – home to her new house and her mommy and daddy….
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