My Case of Kitten WithdrawalPublished October 4, 2010
I miss having kittens. What I mean is, unless our two senior cats are particularly intrigued with a new and interesting toy, they would much rather curl up beside me to take a nap. Their furry bodies rise and fall rhythmically as they sleep. They only occasionally open an eye to remind me that it's dinnertime. If I had my druthers, I would opt for our cats to have remained kittens for a much longer period of time. What so strongly tugs at my heartstrings are those special qualities unique to kittens. They play bravely and unabashedly with anything in their reach. I love watching their outlandish behavior prompted by their incredible imagination. Kittens never fail to both amaze and amuse me. And if those antics are not sufficiently compelling, kittens are adept at showing off their skill as mountaineers. They courageously scale objects that are equivalent to Mt. Everest whenever lofty potential "prey" catches their eye. When a kitten is on a mission, watch out! My arms and legs have often been covered with the unmistakable evidence of feisty kitten play. Covered with scratches and love bites, they give testament to my all-consuming love for these little critters. Since these infantile pussycat predators come armed with razor sharp baby claws and teeth, it's fortunate that kittens - if taught well - quickly learn good manners. But on the other hand, I really could care less if a kitten uses me as both scratching post and ladder! All too soon, they mature into adult cats. These endearing interactions quickly fade away into memory. My cats' incredible high-energy zest for life as youngsters, coupled with their insatiable curiosity about everything was the most delightful form of entertainment. It sure beat television. Have you ever had the joy of being owned by a kitten or two? Share your experiences in a comment.