Sipping on a big cup of Costa Rican coffee and lounging on the back deck with Lola, we watched with bittersweet emotion, as my two little ones began their lives as indoor and outdoor kitties. Lola's gaze was more of contempt than melancholy, clearly aghast that her outdoor refuge was being invaded by the bobsy twins. Both kittens have been suited up for the event all week, sporting designer collars with colorful tags. I gave them, and me, time to adjust to the idea, casually opening the door and allowing paws to poke out, then retreat in excitement (or horror). Bubbles was curious, Penoochy more fearful; both wanted squirrels and they wanted them bad. I swore I would never do it; that they would live long happy and fulfilled lives within the confines of their castle, that I would spare them the trauma of cat fights, the horror of car accidents, and the possibility of death by anti-freeze. I swore I would never allow it, but I just couldn't do that to them, I couldn't hold them back.
Run free little kitties. Run free.
6 comments:
it'll be two days before those dumb hookers are knocked up.
Who you calling a dumb hooker? You Ho bag wigger bitch.
i'll slap the gay right out of your bitch ass.
Lola watches in disgust as you two call each other such names!
Squirrels are EVIL. They are my Greyhound's arch nemisis!
"I swore I wouldn't have to pay unnecessary Vet bills or have to pay the Kitty Coroner a cremation fee ...but I couldn't do that to them, hold them back that is..."
Your cats are finally set free to wander and although they look trepidatious and coy, from the pics they look like they managed to have a hairball of fun...
Looooooved this post in particular. Great writing M. I'm oddly turned on... lol.
Besos
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