Kitty love

As the finals days pass until the arrival of Baby Carolina, I find myself drifting into a sentimental type mood. Small pink clothes will do that to a girl. But here it is almost Valentine's day and I'm thinking about love. Obviously I love my husband, my parents, and family...but what else or who else do I love?

I love my kitties. I have always loved four legged creatures. Never could pass up a dog or cat looking for a scratch on the head, but I really love my goofy, oddball little cats...and here's why.

Keeda: He is a big (and I mean big) orange Tabby who is afraid of his own shadow. He is completely food obsessed and lives half his life in a hole he made in our box springs. Not too smart this kitty. But everyday when I get home, he's waiting on the table for his "hug."

Utah: He is skinny and shiny. He also not too smart, but in a more amusing "watch this cat fall off the chair" way. He loves to chase his tail and often ends up falling down the stairs while doing so. He is obsessed with the wrapper from sting cheese. I have found him digging through the garbage can attempting to fish these wrappers out and then chase them for hours around the living room.

I love these kitties because they follow me from room to room at night, waiting for my lap to reappear. I love them because they cuddle together at night and lick each others heads. Because they try to make us stay home by laying in our suitcase and refusing to budge. And I love them because every morning I awake to two pairs of kitty eyes staring at me with rapture. (I feed them in the morning, but I like to pretend they just like me.)

I suppose I am thinking of my kitties because they are about to move down a notch in the family. Pretty sure they will have to share the tummy rubs and the bed with another little squirmy creature. I only hope that little creature will share the kitty love with me for years to come.