The only thing slightly more syrupy than kitten stories has to be a story with kids and kittens.
Brace yourself for syrup.
This week Quinton started helping me to change the blanket in the kittens’ basket by holding the tiny ones in his lap on a blanket.
We had thought Glitter might want to roam a bit to get some time to herself but when she saw the kitties on Q’s lap she curled up in his lap to nurse them there.
My five year old was born with dimples. His indented smile was so deep when he looked at the cat family in his lap that I thought his cheeks might not recover.
Meanwhile, the babies are growing and starting to look at our faces like they know we exist even as they begin to scootch around on their bellies.
Life in this house is grand.
May you know great small joys in your own place.