In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Serenity.”
Is there anything more serene than a sleeping kitten? I think not.
Below, I have posted a couple of pictures of Raja, the stray I took in when he and his siblings were left by their mother out behind the school where I work.
I never intended on getting a cat. In fact, I had sort of resigned myself to the fact that I was never going to get a cat because my husband is generally allergic and does not like pets in the house.
On my way out of the school one hot day in August, I happened to drop by the front office. Lo-and-behold, I saw him… And I fell in love. There was a tiny little ginger kitten, no bigger than the palm of my hand walking among the papers of one of my friends’ desks. He was so cute and fluffy that I just had to pick him up and cuddle him.
I called my husband on the way home (with my tiny ginger cat in a copy paper box, crying) and pleaded with him to let me keep the kitten. Most of my arguments consisted of, “…But he’s so cute!” and “He and I have the same color fur!”
After a few minutes of silence on the other end of the line, I heard a resigned sigh and, “Why do I have the feeling that you already have the cat in your car with you?”
… My secret had been found out!
“I don’t know, but can I keep him?” I asked, hoping against hope that I would be able to keep the sweet little kitten that had stolen my heart.
“All right, but you have to feed him.”
“Ok! Fine. I promise I’ll feed him.”
And the rest was history.
Now, Raja and my husband have become close friends:
Here’s another one of my favorites:
He’s just so precious!