Kitten outside. Small tiny face. Furry. Fuzzy, really. Big eyes. Sweet soul. Dahnya, my eldest, has a new goal in life. She says to me yesterday, “I will make her fat and strong before we leave here, and then she’ll have a good chance to live.” Oh. Found cat in a basket hanging over a booth in the market. No one wanted the kitten.
Watching kids play with cat, cuddle her, run to her cries, fills me with joy. Maybe they’ll learn how confusing the dependency of a child is, that desire to help, to soothe, to provide, that love that loves you right back, but still disturbs your movie/game/lunch/conversations. I’m closest to the front door so I hear even the faint cries most. I smile, “Dahnya, your baby,” and she sighs in a way I can relate to, and runs outside. Sometimes she tells me, “Can you tell her one. second. please?” and I get that too. I know, love, I know, and I love it that you are learning through the kitten.
I also love it that we played Uno today, us and our new special friend Raffy and this German backpacker we met two-doors down. I mentioned their meeting from yesterday on Facebook and wanted to share it with you.