A kitten so adorable, so tiny compared to a full-grown cat captures my heart.
I think back of teenage days, a trip to my girlfriend’s uncle’s farm and a litter
of kittens awaiting adoption inside a red barn.
That Sunday I would return home with my first pet, a calico kitten.
I named her Toastie perhaps due to her multi-colors – hard to remember now.
She was an indoor kitten who when I went to school would tear the wallpaper
Perhaps that’s what today is referred to as separation anxiety from the only
individual in the household who was capable of actual love, me.
I don’t know how long Toastie was with me – perhaps my parents intentionally
let her go outdoors when I was studying hard at school.
Thinking back ‘she disappeared’ were the words told to me.
I’d never see my cute, cuddly Toastie again.
She was the first and last kitten / cat in my life.
Although I always preferred cats versus dogs once married I heard the word, ‘NO’.