On February 12, me and my big mouth told him I was going to give him A kitten.

I can keep most secrets but when it’s about gifts, hold your tongue. I’m a grown woman trapped in a kindergartener body. Actually kindergartens keep secrets better than me. I was the kid who shook the Christmas presents that I sluethed out like Nancy Drew.

I have always been a multi-animal household. If I have one dog why not another? I still have to walk the one right? Well now it’s kitten time! I started my family when I adopted my beloved dog Lucy and cat Thomas 16 years ago at the same time. To this day I don’t know why I got two animals at the same time. It was a Divine intervention for all of us. Eight years later I added Henri, our Papillion. If you’re a softie, don’t watch the Westminster Dog show, like many I fell prey to their adorable dogs. Both years I adopted my breeds, guess what? They won best in show. This year best in show was Henri, he stretched on the couch and was declared winner! I don’t desire another dog right now. NO MARY… you don’t desire another dog!!

Lucy died in 2010 at the wonderful old age of 14. She went early, I had planned a few more years with her but I forgot, I’m not GOD. In August last year Thomas passed at 16, same deal. As any pet owner will tell you the passing of a family animal is heartbreaking. I think grief is a beautiful thing. It changes but it doesn’t have an expiration date. I remind myself that when I call out and say Lucy needs a walk and my son says, Mom… you said Lucy. And it’s OK. Six months later I’m still waiting for Thomas to come sleep on my head.

I will never forget the feeling the first time I shut the door to go to work and looked at Henri. I realized he was alone, and it broke my heart as well. My first thought was I have to get him a companion. My second was, no I can’t, I’m not ready. My heart was just not ready. Pets aren’t a novelty, a toy that is played with for a bit and then put aside. They are a privilege and a responsibility that I take seriously. If and when the time came, I would be prepared. Today, I am.

With my mind made up it was time to look. I called Len Lear, the notorious animal lover and lifestyle editor of this publication to inquirer if he knew where I could look. Within a flash of a second he returned my email with a name and organization that rescues cats. Green Street Rescue, the journey began.

Still holding my secret I filled out the adoption papers and was sent photos of cats and kittens in need of good homes. Here’s where it gets tough, they all need homes and I can’t adopt them all and that sucks. I was ready to see a litter of three male kittens. I emailed the foster mom and set up an appointment. That happened last night. SIDE NOTE: My son James just bounced down the steps RIGHT NOW AT 7:37 am and the first thing out of his mouth was KITTENS, with a big smile.

Let me defend my loose lips so I can feel better about my inner six-year-old. Because we are talking kittens, we had to meet them to make sure we would be a happy pack. Could I have waited until James birthday on the 19th and given him a KitKat candy bar with a photo? Yes, but when I saw the photos, I was hook, line and sunk. Also I had to prepare James, you know, videos and shopping lists to prepare our lair??? OK label me a big mouth with a big smile. I’m guilty!

Now comes the soul-searching dilemma. ARE TWO CATS BETTER THAN ONE? My plan was one, only one but when I asked my trusted friends on Facebook, they all came back with “get two”. The reason why flooded in. Happily resigned to two kittens James and I drove to meet them. I am proud to say that James thought he was going to pick out one so I kept that secret, until we got there. We sat with our new babies, grateful to find out the other one would be adopted too. I could not get three. NO MARY YOU COULD NOT GET THREE.

Now we are waiting for our two new family members arrival at the end of the month. Can we wait? We have to. How will we spend that time? Looking at the pictures, reading articles and watching videos on the how TWOS of kittens.

There is a saying, your only as sick as your secrets. I was love-sick the minute I saw the photos and I had to spread that love. That is my final defense. I rest my case. Meow…







I am a writer, poet, humorist, screenwriter, blogger. I am not a label. Out of tragedy comes comedy. I see hysterical in the simple. This is my head. I live an extraordinary ordinary life. I am inspired, creative, passionate and fiery. I have been through and will continue. I will put it down and hope you pick it up. I am exposed, vulnerable, honest and authentic. I am sarcastic and witty. My favorite thing to do is watch life and laugh and cry and start over again. I invite you to laugh, release and lighten up with me. When life has kicked your butt, it's all about the comedy! Comedy fuels me, poetry soothes me, and dancing ignites...

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