Prayer For Kitten Survival

Would someone please take a minute and pray for the survival of our three little kittens.

No, I’m serious! They only have about four days left with us before we go do the whole “free kitten” box thing, and I’m not sure that they are going to survive.

What’s the problem you say? Well, they are small, and adorable, and real puffy, and pure white, and playful, and they make cute little meow sounds, and they have big blue eyes…and my little girls are completely crazy nuts about them.

“Can I play with the kitten’s daddy?” “Can I hold the kitten’s daddy?” “Can I hug the kitten’s daddy?” “Can I give the kittens some bubble gum daddy?” “Can I dress the kittens up in my Barbie clothes daddy?” “Daddy, may I please go sleep with the kittens in their cage tonight?” I mean enough already!!! Would you all please just leave the little white puffs of mayhem alone!

I’m not sure if you even remember how we came to have these little things, but the mom was the cat that I counseled a member of our church to get rid of one time because of the consternation that it was causing in their home.

Somehow, the thing ended up at my house, (something that God and I are still discussing). I was told that the cat had been “fixed,” which turned out to be a lie that was evident by the huge pregnant belly that followed.

Oh, and seeing as how all the kittens are snow white, I am pretty sure that the neighbors white tom cat is the bum in question.
So on the night before we moved the house a few weeks ago, and at 3:30 in the morning no less, you guessed it…kittens. I refuse to acknowledge their cuteness; I would rather be bitter!

Our children have never been around a litter before, a name that I feel is increasing appropriate; and so the exposure to the wonderment of new life and “cuteness” has the children losing their senses.

Even Christian and Julieann fail to realize that there are limits to what you can do with a four week old fluff ball with claws! For instance:

Not a good idea to stick the kitten to your shirt and run around the yard while the thing holds on for dear life screaming bloody murder.

Christian is amazed by their ability to “Velcro” and will say things like “Man, dad, this thing can really hang on!” Yeah well, let me go stick you onto the side of a 50-foot tower that is moving and see how long you are willing to hang on…yeah and no matter how loud you scream I will just smile and tell everyone how adorable you are!

The older girls, Julieann and Lindsey, don’t seem to understand that you can’t play with the kittens, and then just leave them where you decided you were bored with the whole thing; like on top of the table or the counter in the kitchen. The things will fall, and they will get hurt because they are alive and not run by batteries!

Oh and the twins and Mackenzie just don’t get anything about any of this at all!

I noticed the other day that the cat cage was empty, and that the momma cat was a little pee-ode. I went into the house to find out where the kittens might be. As I walked into the twin’s room, I was met by a lot of frantic movements from all three little bundles of chaos. Gabby was standing in front of her bed and seemed to be cramming something under her covers.

Sophie was standing in the rear of the room and had both of her hands behind her back. Mackenzie was over to the left in the middle of “Barbie world” and kept eyeing a little box on the floor…in fact…they were all eyeing that little box with a concerned look on their face.

I knew it wasn’t necessary, but just for the sheerer routine of it all I asked the obvious question.

WHERE ARE THE KITTENS YOU LITTLE FREAKS?”

Gabby pulls one out of the covers and tries to blame it on Sophie, who in turn throws her hands up in air and points at Mackenzie as the culprit; not realizing that in doing so revealed the location of kitty number two within the grasp of her right hand. Mackenzie decided that she was not going down without a fight and exposes the third kitten who was stuffed into the box on the floor…and it was soaking wet!

She then begins to let me know that Gabby came up with the whole idea and that she was forced to participate against her will.
All I can say is please, if there is any goodness in your heart, if you are moved with compassion for the weak and defenseless; just pray for these little things. I fear that they may not survive.

Jason, Father of six