I am "working" from home this week, and I've been reading this fabulous book (The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins) and spending time with my kitties and my mom and step dad.
As I sat here watching my kitties, I realize how much they make me happy, how they are so incredibly cute. How I love to just watch them shift their body weight around or look over at me, or come up and rub on my face or hands... they are so perfect and wonderful in every way.
I love them.
And then I think about having kids which I think is what I want so badly, to have a family, and kids don't use litter boxes, and they don't feed themselves, and they're always needy and they're really expensive, and they can cause all kinds of heart ache.
Kitties don't do any of that stuff.
But... Kitties don't talk back to you.... and you can't take them on vacation or out for walks (at least not without problems) and, you can't teach them the alphabet and how to read and arithmetic,.. and stuff.
You can't really be proud of them.
But you can love them. and I think for now I am content in that. My kitties love me, and I love them. and they make me happy.
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