She spends her days perfecting skills; climbing, leaping, pouncing, stalking. On more than one occasion she has hurled her body outstretched into the air in the style of Bobby Orr’s 1970’s Stanley Cup-winning goal, though in her case, overshooting the small stuffed mouse that is her goal. No fans roar as they did in that historic hockey win, but you’d never know it watching her reaction to her own acrobatic feat. She is pleased, and the crowd in her head erupts in applause.
She doesn’t rest on her accomplishments. She is a worthy 2-pound competitor to my jousting as we both seek to gain control over the plastic stick with the string and the feather at the end. She backflips and somersaults high into the air, expending an inordinate amount of energy, but showing little sign of weakening. She wins the round but bores of our game, and tears into an obstacle course run worthy of an American Ninja Warrior contestant. Up the ramp, a sprint to the highest level of her cat tree, a jump into the air to the back of the chair, a bound across room to the desk, navigating with dainty paws across its surface until she reaches the window sill. She gazes at the scenery a mere second before diving to the floor, and then, scaling the hassock only to bounce off an instant later to seize the patch of sun that has enchantingly appeared on the carpet. She impresses this spectator with a dizzying quadruple lap around the living room before finally leaping on a pillow and ending the round with a ceremonial whacking of the chain that hangs from the floor lamp. She punches in letters on my keyboard with her feet, and then watches as her nonsensical words appear on the screen. She nibbles the back of my hair before settling into the fleece blanket, folded on the back of the couch just for her. She closes her eyes to the lullaby of her own purrs.
Fifteen minutes with a kitten. How she has made us laugh. She is curious, confident, cautious and content. She is cheerful the majority of her day. We weren’t looking to add another animal to our menagerie, but sometimes, life brings a surprise your way. If you’re open to receiving, you may get a gift that you didn’t know you needed.
As I’m writing this, Holly climbed down onto my chest and fell asleep . She is purring to beat the band. It makes those weekly allergy shots worth the trip. Yup. I’m allergic to cats.