What’s Better Than Watching Fish?

Watching kittens was the answer the other day. It seems like feral kitten season is upon us as fall litter mates come capering out of their hiding places to play. My sister, a cat ear wearing, card carrying cat lady, invited me over for coffee and kitten watching through their glass front door and it was definitely more exciting than watching fish in the aquarium or the morning news on TV. There were four entertaining grey tabby kittens frequenting the food dish on the patio there. Two were completely tailless, one had a baby bunny stump of a tail, and the last of the quartet had a tail that was the obvious chew toy of choice for them all. Over a couple of nice cups of coffee we watched the kittens eat, climb the table cloth, peek out from under the grill, arch up and jump sideways, bat a little ball around, and basically do all the cute kitty things one would expect except climb in the cage for a nap (and capture). My favorite part was when one of them apparently whispered to the others, when I say three let’s all attack the big guy over there (another feral feeder) and they did jumping a bigger cousin or uncle in unison. It’s hard to keep cat relationships in any semblance of order, but he took the babies antics in stride. To be like a cat in the window is the cat’s meow.