I picked up my two Arab friends from their place and took them to my little brother’s friend’s house to adopt two of his kittens. On the ride home, one of them got caught up in Farah’s hair and she freaked out, so as I was driving I untangled the little rascal from her hair with one hand on the wheel and placed him in my lap, using that hand to hold him gently against my belly to comfort him.

I knew he was just terrified of being away from his mommy and siblings but once he realized I was cradling his little body in my lap, he settled down and meowed at me happily. I fell in love. I knew that cat wasn’t mine but when I got out of the car and tried to give her back to Farah, that little rascal clung to me with everything he had. It was like tearing a babe from his mama (okay I”m exaggeration but this is my blog and I’ll say what I please). I went home to find red welts on my neck and chest but they didn’t hurt, the emptiness in my lap did.