In a similarly anarchic vein, when she was a kitten, my cat would hang from the wall near the ceiling, and jump on my head when I came out of the toilet.
Perhaps the most haunting piece of all is a hymn from a grieving doe to the goddess of the hunt: "O Diana, what have I, a sad mother, done to make you so angry that you'd let my kitten, my kid, my fawn be murdered?" It is performed by a countertenor accompanied in alternation by an archlute and a theorbo.
For a home with puppies or kittens, my panelists suggested swapping carpet for hardwood flooring, or tile with dark grout that won't show stains.
From my vantage point I could clearly see the kitten outfit my mother in law had brought for the new baby, envisioning my husband clumsily putting her in it instead.
Here in our apartment we have our dog, Daffy, who came from a shelter in New Jersey, and our cat, Roddy, who was rescued as a kitten by my fiancé, who loves animals as much as I do.
(The endearing illustrations of this by the author have, incidentally, left me with a lifelong yearning for a tabby kitten of my own, which, I pointed out to Goddaughter with some vigour, has still yet to be fulfilled even though I am now 802 years old. She nodded sagely. She wants a wooden fruit necklace like Elena's. We felt each other's pain).
‼️ Falling 🙀 Today was very gloomy but this kitten made my day.
A stiff-backed student, squinting into his glasses, says, "I'd buy a kitten for my mother".
As a child, I used to stare at these pink-framed kittens from my bed and think of them as significant features of my universe.
With respect to Natasha (she's more aloof, Disco understood the job description), I've vowed to return to the breeder, and find a replica of my friend in kitten form – leading my husband to accuse me of being "like Rod Stewart choosing a wife".
To the men who posed for the 2012 New York Firefighters with Kittens calendar: My deepest regrets for ogling your shirtless, suspendered bodies.
