Things From Lisa's head

Two Kitties are Better than One (2moons)

Damn. It's raining again. This is the fourth day in a row. I place my briefcase over my head and run to the bus stop. It doesn't really help though, I'm completely soaked. All accept for my hair. I slump in my seat on the bus and think about how crappy the weather has been these last few days.

I decide to give up on the briefcase and trudge to my house from the bus stop. I own a 2 bedroom house with a small yard. It's older and needs some work but that's ok. I have nothing but time after work, so that's what I do most nights, DIY projects.

Some people might think it's not worth anything but I like it. The layout is definitely my style. My yard allows me to have a small table and chair for when the weather is nice, and there's a nice old tree that flowers nicely in the spring. It's not many people's dream home but it's mine. This is the house I grew up in.

I open my gate and walk into my yard. I notice two cats huddled together on the porch. Aw poor things. I slowly approach them. I don't want to scare them. I squat down and look at them for a few minutes. They look back at me curiously and start to mew.

"Are you having a hard day too?" I ask them.

"Meow." One responds.

I sit back and reach my hand out. One of them comes forward and sniffs my hand then pushes its head against it. I start to scratch its head and it begins to purr. The second one comes out and starts rubbing against my shoulder. Now they're both purring loudly.

"Do you have a home?" I ask as I check their necks for collars.

"Meow." Is my answer.

"Want to live with me?" I ask as I stand up and open the door.

"Meow."

I assume it means yes since they both walk in like they own the place. I smile to myself as my new roommates make themselves at home.

"I don't have much for you right now but I will pick some stuff up tomorrow. OK?" I ask as if they can understand me.

I go through my pantry and find a tin of tuna. Better than nothing right. I open it and separate it into two plates. They look at me sweetly then eat.

****

It's been a month since Kit and Yo have moved in and I have to admit that I love having them. They really are the most beautiful cats I've ever seen and that's not just me being biased. They really are. I find myself looking at other cats and comparing them to mine. None of them come close.

My cats are polar opposites, a yin and yang if you will. My feisty Kit is solid black, while sweetie Yo is completely white. I find Kit can be temperamental and easily annoyed. I have to coax him to get attention from him. Yo on the other hand freely gives his affections but he's a little sneaky and a bit of a trickster. He likes to hide and pounce out at me.

Over the last month I have found that my silly cats have found their way into my room and on my bed. Kit cuddles on my right while Yo takes the left. I always wake up with a little head on each shoulder. It's comforting.

Today I've been doing some work on the house so I'm incredibly tired. After we eat I head up to bed. I shower and just flop down. Normally I would put on clothes but it's hot and I can't be bothered. Besides it's my house. Who's going to see me, my cats?

They both jump on the bed and walk up to me.

"Meow?" Kit asks.

"I'm just tired. I worked hard. Didn't you see?" I ask.

"Meow." He answers.

"What about you baby Yo, I deserve a rest right?"

"Meow." He answers and puts his little face in mine.