The names and faces at my house have done some changing this
week, so I think some introductions are in order.
First, my cat ,Sangy, got hurt on Monday, and there wasn’t
anything that could be done for her, so I had to let her go on Wednesday. My house was sadly
empty of the little friend I have had for the past six months. There hasn’t
been anyone to wake me up at 4:30am, or earlier…..in the mornings and no one
weaving in and out between my legs as I make a mad dash to the kitchen to save
a pot of rice that I had forgotten about. I was happy that I still had my
little kitten that I had chosen from Sangy’s litter, and one of the other
kittens hadn’t been picked up yet by her new family, so there were still two
little kittens to keep each other company. But I knew I needed to find a
friend for my kitten before she was left alone. I had to laugh at the irony of
the situation. The last three months my house has been overflowing with
kittens, and then this week I was hoping to get another one.
I should pause the story here to add that lately God has
been showing me that if I look for Him, I can see his love for me in even the
mundane. Whether it is someone calling wanting to hang out, a rainbow in the
sky, or a seat on the taxi be when I am running late, I see his love for me. So
Yesterday I was telling God how I needed a new kitten. I decided I might as
well tell Him the kitten I wanted, down to the color. The request was for a
kitten who was as big as or smaller than my kitten, a female, and black with
maybe a little white.
So Tatienne and I set out today in search of a kitten. We
traveled some, wandered around some, and weren’t finding any kittens. Finally,
after asking around, we made our way to the chicken market, where surely there
would be kittens too. The first few stations didn’t have any kittens. Then I
looked across the aisle and spotted a tiny kitten sleeping on top of a basket.
Just one. Thrilled to see even one kitten, especially one so small, I forgot to
ask about the gender. Thankfully Tatienne remembered and asked. "Girl" was the answer. She was definitely no bigger then my kitten. You
want to know what color she was don’t you? Not that I cared at that point, but
she was a dark chocolate brown that looks black if she isn’t in the sun. She
has a little white on her chest, a white star on her tummy, and one white foot.
Yeah….it took everything in me to stop long enough to barter, knowing I would
take her at full price if needed.
So I would like to introduce you to my kittens.
First is Angoty (on-goo-tee, you hardly hear the last syllable).
And then there is my new little kitten, Kintana
(Keen-tah-nah).
So while it was sad to loose Sangy, I am thankful for Angoty
and Kintana.The good news is, no one has decided, so far, that it is a good idea to wake Tara up at 4:30am or earlier (smart kittens) and no one has gotten the idea to weave in and out between my legs when I race to the kitchen to save some rice from burning (yes, that happens on a daily basis). Even better, so far my laid back Angoty has no problem welcoming her very playful new friend who doesn’t just walk or run, she prances.
