I had a headache last night. Not just any headache… the debilitating type of headache which sends a girl to bed early on a Saturday night, and leaves her overnight guest to spend the rest of the night in self-amusement. Which in this apartment, that means the internet… and Kitten II.
Getting ready this morning, I was making kissy faces at the bathroom mirror making sure my lip gloss was sufficiently glossy, when I heard,
"I am going to miss you so much!"
And I knew it wasn’t meant for me. Kitten II’s charm had won over yet another defenseless soul.
He’s not much to look at. Beyond being quite tiny for his age (seven months today), and missing his eyebrows on one side (an unfortunate close call with a heating pipe), he’s really quite ordinary. But once you are across my threshold, he will develop such an enormous crush on you, lavishing you with such great attention as though to say, “you are the only person in the world worthy of my love.” And you will believe him. Then you will try to smuggle him out of my apartment in your purse, under your jacket or disguised as a new fur stole.
He’s just that good.
And when he yawns and stretches and pats your face with his little white paw as you bend down to say your goodbyes, you can almost hear him say it...
Y’all come back now, ya hear?
And you totally will.
If he makes grits, I'm there.
Posted by: Paul Gutman at May 2, 2004 08:17 PM