Do You Know What Is Cuter Than a Kitten?

Answer: THREE kittens.

We’ve been talking about getting some kittens for a while now. Our population of live-outside-a-tank pets has been dwindling and our kids are obsessed with cats, so we’ve been sort of waiting for the right time to go cat shopping.

We decided that Saturday was the day. The Washington Animal Rescue League was having an adoption event and they had kittens available, so we headed over there first thing.

We were looking for three kittens, so I made sure to tell the munchkins that we were probably coming home without cats because I was worried that we wouldn’t find the right cats or enough of them or the shelter staff would sniff out how…excitable we are and then all three of my kids would start sobbing in the shelter parking lot right there because of dashed expectations. Regardless, we were super hoping that we’d be coming home with some youngish cats.

Fortunately, we found three kittens that were the right kittens for us.


Quinn is all, “You shall be mine!”


Jack and his cat got lost in each other’s eyes.


Sam bonded quickly with his kitty.

So, we were there, at the shelter, having promised our children their kittens, and the adoption counselor says that they normally only adopt out two cats at a time and is there a reason we need three? Then I had a minor stroke and managed to point at my kids and say, “Because there are three of them,” because oh my God, CAN YOU IMAGINE IF ONLY TWO OF THEM GOT CATS?

It would be like, “Sorry, Quinn, I know every other word out of your mouth for the past year has been meow, but we’ve decided, ‘NO CAT FOR YOU!'”

Like the Cat Nazi.

Fortunately, we were allowed our three kittens. We could only bring the two black ones home that day because the black and white one still has to be spayed. She should be coming home Tuesday.

I’ve been having nightmares that there is going to be some sort of fuck up and somehow we are going to end up without that cat. If that happens, I’m leaving for Mexico. I can’t possibly face Quinn after school on Tuesday unless I’m holding a small black and white kitten. Cross your fingers for us.

Awesomely, our cats were on sale. In terms of enjoyment time as it relates to money spent, these cats are probably the best deal I will ever get in my life. They were six dollars for one, two for ten. I am not kidding. My gerbils practically cost more than that.

I am well aware that most of these details are completely irrelevant to you because what you really want are photographs of kittens. Because, well, KITTENS.

Here I have to pause, bow my head apologetically, and tell you that black kittens are crazy hard to take pictures of, but I was vigilant and I finally got this one:

I have no idea which one is which in this photo, but OMG, look! Aren't they adorable?

I have no idea which one is which in this photo, but OMG, look! Aren’t they adorable?

I *could* show you numerous videos of the kittens, but they are all extremely long and a little shaky due to the multitasking of the cameraman.

Also, I didn't know it was possible to take an unflattering photo of a kitten, but damn if this goofy shot doesn't qualify.

Also, I didn’t know it was possible to take an unflattering photo of a kitten, but damn if this goofy shot doesn’t qualify.

Allow me to embiggen:

I cannot stop laughing.

I cannot stop laughing.

It seems unfair to introduce a kitten with that photo though, so I present to you the formal adoption photos of our two newest pets, brought to you by enduring patience and painstaking work lying on the floor and perched atop an armchair:

This is Jack's kitten, Starfire. She is all black but for that little white spot on her chest.

This is Jack’s kitten, Starfire. She is all black but for that little white spot on her chest.

This is Ruby, Sam's cat.

This is Ruby, Sam’s cat. This is also probably the cutest photo I will ever take.

Sam named his cat Ruby because he claimed she had red eyes. I am an excellent mother for agreeing to adopt what I just assumed was a demon red-eyed cat. Turns out she is just adorable.

My kiddos have been wonderful with the kittens. They’ve been so good about giving the cats their space and being gentle. Jack has even been carrying Starfire around the house explaining things to her. Alex overheard him talking to his cat when he was standing in front of the guinea pigs that we are pet-sitting right now.

Jack: “No, Starfire, these are not treats. These are guests.”

I wish I were as awesome as Jack.

I would also like to assure all of you that the gerbil tanks have lids that are tightly clamped down. We’re not going to have any gerbil treats either.

I can’t wait until all my kids head off to the first day of school tomorrow so that I can have the kittens all to myself. Nobody try to reach me. I’ll be petting cats.

27 thoughts on “Do You Know What Is Cuter Than a Kitten?

  1. Oh, boy. We picked our dog up today from the place we boarded him while on vacation. Turns out the place is also a rescue shelter. So many kitties. We’re talking and leaning toward getting the long wished for kitty which, will also be a pal for our dog. your pot is making it even easier to imagine. Enjoy school days with the kittens ;)

  2. *love* Animals have been the best things for my boys….once they outgrew the “Lenny from Of Mice and Men” phase. Well One of them is kinda still in that phase, though we now have enough animals that each animal only has to deal with about 1 minute of torture a day. If any of the animals whine, I just tell them to suck it up and take one for the team.

  3. That was us last summer. We brought back two adorable kittens from our cousin’s farm in PA. It was a bit of a rescue effort as their golden retriever loved one to death and their dad ran over one with a Kubota. So we went for one, but the four remaining ones were so little and cute, so we took two. Now they are buddies. It means a whole lot more attention to the litterbox, but we love ’em.

  4. We got our first dog and then a week later we got a kitten. That’s basically been our summer. Our grande dame matronly cat is not speaking to us. :) She keeps giving me looks that remind me of Danny Glover in Lethal Weapon. She is too old for this.

    But your situation reminds me of Q’s favorite book at G-ma’s house “One Kitten is Not Too Many”. It’s about a family whose cat has 4 kittens. The kittens get into a bunch of trouble and then get taken to the pet shop. Where eventually every family member buys a kitten back because “one kitten is not too many”. And they end up with 4 kittens again.

    So… if teh kittehs were 2 for 10 did you get the third one free? Cause that would be an even awesomer deal.

  5. How cute!
    It’s adorable how Jack showed Starfire around the house. That should help her get comfortable. [What a great name! And, she looks SO tiny in that first photo.]

    Just fyi, kittens today are ‘digital natives’. You might need to buy them an iPad when they’re older. [I’m not sure whether these games are fun for the cats, or maybe frustrating.]

    My sister’s cat likes Youtube videos, mostly about birds. He’s an indoor cat, which I understand is best for the cat, safety-wise. Fortunately, they have a really nice view of a lake, with all kinds of birds.
    Finally, for Quinn’s cat’s name, I vote for ‘Marble’. :)

    Sorry for the lengthy comments! Clearly, I need to get a job. :)

  6. Just a semantics comment: Despite what the “shelter” personnel may want to call themselves and the sale of the lovely kittens, they’re not adoption counselors and this was not an adoption. It was a purchase, and I’m happy for you.

    I’m happy as well for all of the mothers who decide that adoption is the best opportunity they can provide to their children and to the parents/families/individuals who adopt them.

    It’s important for those birthmothers and those children to know that what has taken place is dramatically different than what happens as a pet store or animal shelter.

    Thank you for allowing me to remind your readers of that fact as well.

  7. If we didn’t have severe cat-related asthma issues here I swear we’d be following you, Pied Piper-style, down the rescued kittens route. After all you didn’t guide us wrong with our gerbil purchasing, bless their insane, manic, little hearts. Instead though we’ll just entertain ourselves from afar reading about and laughing at your Krazy Kitten Kapers (that freaked out my spell checker!)

  8. OMG, I’m laughing, what a great blog. And I TOTALLY hear you on the crazy adoption counselors, or whatever they’re called…the SPCA didn’t want to let us adopt a puppy because “since you both work, it’ll be alone all day.” Uh, how do I afford a dog if I DON’T work all day? And it’s better for it to stay here? And then they told us we couldn’t take her home for a week, because she had to get over a cold before they could spay her. So we planned on coming back the following weekend – perfect, yes? No…they they called us ONE DAY LATER and said she can go home tomorrow, and your hold expires at the end of the day, period. I tell you, it’s no wonder they have trouble adopting out animals!

  9. my stomach is in pain right now from laughing so hard at that cat photo. thank god there are no big cats with cameras going around capturing my unflattering moments. I think your cat might be trying to do yoga.

  10. I am coming to live in your house. Every holiday I hope will be the time my husband will finally cave and come home with a cat for me, and every holiday I’m disappointed. Three kittens would be the best day ever.

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