Jimmy Gave Me a Kitten

How about a light-hearted digression from all these serious posts? Let's talk about the kitten Jimmy gave me during his last couple of weeks on earth.

"The kitten jumped into the refrigerator," Jimmy had whined to me.

I thought he was exaggerating.

Oh, no. Not this time, it turned out. This kitten is all over the place.

In fact, this little boy is such a spaz I'm not able to call him Jimmy until he settles down a bit. I don't want to use Jimmy's name in vain.

Jimmy was really intent on giving me this kitten to help the Widow Kitty deal with the loss of Buddy, who passed away around the end of June.

Jimmy wanted me to call the kitten Buddy Junior. Jimmy himself had been calling the kitten Lupe, Jorge and Kitty.