I have a weakness for adorable baby animals. (I mean,
really, who doesn’t?) Kittens, in particular, are my kryptonite. They turn me
into a cooing, fawning mess. It’s a little pathetic. So, when we rolled into
Kigali and were confronted with a litter of kittens in a far-less-than-ideal
situation, I knew I was in trouble. And, hence, we ended up with foster kittens
abroad, for the second time.
If you’ve ever tried to pet three kittens at once, you know
that it is not easy. Our first month in Rwanda was a tumult of fur, purring,
and litterbox changing. But, things have slowed down now.
Of the litter of three, we have found happy, loving homes
for the two males. Apparently, when you put up an ad for kittens, the males
(who you originally didn’t want to part with) will be scooped up within 24
hours, leaving behind one ridiculous female kitten.
For better or worse (temporarily speaking), Lila is my
little AfriCat. We spend a great deal of time together, which has made her
incredibly attached to me. I think she is just about the most adorable critter
ever. She alternates wildly between ball of cuddling, purring love and crazy
mini-lion, climbing, chewing on, or trying to maul everything in sight. And some things that aren't in sight at all. And I
love it.
* Credit for the word AfriCat goes entirely to Win.
