The Kitten

She’s not exactly new. We picked her out of a cage at PetSmart about a year and a half ago, and I have to say, she’s as prickly as a pear and as cold to us (most of the time) as if we’d stolen her from the lap of luxury. A quick scratch under the chin produces a claw swipe. She demands to be fed when she wants it, and a “not now” leads to a screaming match. But we love her. Heaven knows why. She destroys the furniture, ignoring all the scratch pads. There’s no horizontal surface she hasn’t swept clean with a few swipes. And let’s not forget the times she wolfs down her food, only to vomit it up on the carpets.

But there are the moments when she cuddles close and emits a faint purr. Every now and then, she’ll run to the door to greet us when we return home. And she really is cute as only a kitten can be. We have hopes she’ll grow to like us a little more in the future. After all, love does reflect love.