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A magical, sun drenched morning arrived after a long night of rain. The breeze wakes me, gently brushing my hair and blowing up the thin lace curtain. I lie in bed watching the birds jumping mindlessly from one branch to another- it is a marvelous morning, truly. The waft of coffee creeps into my room and a soft humming reaches my ears. He is in the kitchen, dancing to his own hum, bobbing his head full of hear, making an omelet. My hug startles him and slightly embarrassed he puts away the spatula to give me the softest hug and the most tender kiss.

"Have you thought about kittens anymore?"

His gray eyes seem darker. I see that he wants to say so much but is worried I would get upset. Gosh, it's not a big deal.. I kiss him.

"I hope you have a wonderful day at work!"

I follow him with my eyes from out the window. He waves back at me and sends me a million air kisses. What a goofball. What's that? I notice a box by the lamppost he has just passed. I could swear it moved. Nah.. I will check it out on my way to work, maybe it's old books?

I kneel by the box, it is definitely moving. There is babbling and cooing coming from within. I open the flaps to discover three tiny babies. They are so small- no bigger than a mango each. I can't go to work! These babies need mama! I pull out my phone:

"Haaaaii, Patricia, I can't come in today.. mhhm-mhhm yes, tomorrow should be tip-top."

"At least Patricia is not catty today" I tell the babies as if they understand me "Let's get you, inside!" They look me in the eyes, blowing big silly slobber bubbles. Of course they understand me, and I see that we are already on the same page about Patricia. I reach for my phone again.

"Hey, Nick? What do babies eat? No they don't eat fish, don't be obtuse. Yes, hypothetical babies.. what do they eat? And where would I get that? Mhm, Ill talk to you later, love you." I'm looking down in the box, those babies are filthy. Can they be washed? I pucker my lips and somehow my voice raises two octaves and my speech morphs into a sweettalking gibberish: "Can I wash you babies? Ooh you are such sweet babies! Where is your mama!? I'll be your mama now!" My phone rings

"Hi Nick! Wassup?" Is this really my most nonchalant tone? "Wasss-uuup buddy?" damn... he is onto me "Because I was just curious about babies, you know, they are cute and grow so fast! So you saw them? And you walked past the box? What is wrong with you!? No you don't need to come home. I'm not home, no I'm not.."

Nick is in the doorway looking at me with those dark stormy eyes, thoughts brewing in that hairy head, I just see it, his mouth a thin line. Maybe if I lean on the door frame seductively he will diffuse a little. Huh.. That usually works. He leans over the box.

"The black one will be Mr Jenkins" he points his paw to the next baby "The one with vitiligo will be Mary Spots and this one- you can name" His lips curl into a familiar smile and he goes on: " I don't know if we are ready to have kittens yet, Jenna, but babies- babies I can handle!"

God I love this cat!