The last day …6 September, 2007
I’m writing this in the small home office, and the kittens are arranged around me, on the carpet, asleep. They follow me wherever I go.
This morning, hubby described how they ran round the living room doing a wall-of-death, then stopped at the arm of the couch, and looked him in the face, as if to say: hope that’s all right by you?
The little girl has curled up on hubby’s lap and made eyes at him. Disconcerted, he asked me what it meant when a little kitten stares into your eyes for a whole five minutes. [of course I didn’t question his sanity in staring into a kitten’s eyes for five minutes]
Mum cat, Ananda, is going to miss them. I’ve been telling her, for the past week that they’re going to a loving home. But she’s still suckling them and loving it.