So, this is a blog about life after Buffalo... I lived there for 23 years, first as a graduate student, then as a policing researcher, then as the Director of the University at Buffalo's Regional Community Policing Center. All that time I came to love the city and its people. More about that later....
I moved back home to Tacoma, Washington in 2007 and married a friend from youth group that I had known 30 years ago and re-met at my brother's church in late 2006 when my mother died and I was home to act as her executor. More about my family later....
To the heart of the matter: kittens. A starving young cat wandered into our backyard Sunday July 13, 2012. We brought her in and fed her, named her Easy (after 2 songs: Easy Like Sunday Morning and I'm Easy) and two days later it looked like she had a balloon inside her belly....One trip to the vet later and 4 kittens are on the way! 3 weeks lateron August 8th Easy gives birth at 6:30am while we are home, fortunately, to 5 kittens. More about that later....
Kittens make play out of everything. And it is not just the job of the kittens' "guardian" (the term true cat lovers use rather than "owner") to feed them and clean their litter. PLAY is the main job of the kittens and they have taught us that is really our main purpose, too: to devise new forms of play each day (they are constantly looking for new experiences and spaces) and to turn the ordinary events of our lives into play.
Cleaning the litter box one day, the largest of the kittens, Great White, heard the shaking sound of the litter scooper and rushed to help me clean by batting the litter out of the scoop while the smallest kitten, Smokey, sat on my bare toes and lightly bit them. Irritated at first, I couldn't help laughing at the tickling and then started guffawing uncontrollably. My husband came into the mud room to find me on my butt on the floor nearly unable to breathe as I laughed.
Our lives have been changed by these happenstance little creatures and they are teaching us just by their way of being.
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