the kitten chronicles - part 52 hopeless

Kittens don't judge. It's one of their most attractive features (and you thought it was those big soulful eyes - though maybe the eyes run a close second).Yes, it would have been mighty easy to snicker at the Big Cat in his T-shirt and underwear this morning at 6:00 desperately trying to iron a shirt for an 8 o'clock meeting. They could have mocked me relentlessly. Hey Big Cat, nice hair, fella! Or, hey Big Cat, why is one of your eyes glued shut this morning? And then laughed with that terrible mocking Eeeking kitten laughter. But no. The boys refused to pile on. Or kick me with a furry paw when I was less than my best. The boys give only unconditional love. Well, maybe a few conditions - but they're pretty minor. Feed me. Pet me. Don't introduce any more new litter boxes as some form of kitty IQ test. And I'm good with that. And don't we all need some unconditional love. I think I feel a song coming on "what the world needs now is unconditional love, sweet love." As I sing this the boys are thinking, "What a big hopeless sap!" But they resist saying it. Just barely. xxx dad