felicitous felines

Although I've been saying that I foster kittens for the past 9 weeks, it has only been true in the loosest sense, which is that I am supporting a friend who is fostering kittens. BTW, she's sort-of famous now, since the Huffington Post has written an article using her photography.
But now I am fur real (ha ha) fostering, because I took two of the 8 kittens she had to 1) reduce the kitten count in her apartment, and 2) help the kitten that I am going to adopt to get used to the change of scenes and scents.
That may seem like a bad idea, because I already feel a lot of life stress, but I don't find it stressful at all, really. I find it hilarious.
Like how both kittens have a shoe fetish, and prefer to sharpen their claws on my airwalks rather than on the nice scratching mats I got for them.
Or how Nephy has decided that every time I get on the floor it means that I must have a treat for her. Or how they think that any food I'm eating is really for them [no, I have not let them eat human food. But they sure make an effort]
Or how Zoe finds a lot of comfort sitting in a shoe box I found. It gets her through car rides and vet appointments.
Or how they jump and pounce and tackle each other, chasing their own tails.
Or that they'll take a nap anywhere at any time.

Seeing life from a new perspective--especially when that perspective is curious, boisterous, and unschooled--is like hitting the reset button on cynicism and world-weariness.
It's the secret to youth.

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