Being kittyless for almost a year, I was still finding myself looking around before I opened myself a can of tuna. I wasn't in a hurry to have cats again. But my son has a friend who rescues kittens from the pound and....

I took two kittens so they could entertain each other. Fat chance! They wake me up and knock over things and walk on my keyboard, and jump on the kitchen counter. And they chase balls and retrieve them. And one purrs so loud the vet couldn't hear his heart. And the other does this cooing thing. And one gets his head stuck in a Kleenex box, repeatedly.

Definitely a mixed blessing.