One Saturday morning, about 12 years ago, I was waiting for my favorite restaurant to open. There were two men, obviously very good friends, also waiting. The three of us waited for BaCar's to open every Saturday morning, all three being compulsively early. This particular week, we started talking.
One thing led to another. We started talking every week as we waited. Since we always sat near ecah other, the conversations would continue once we were seated.
One week they said that it would be easier to continue to talk if I joined them. That's how I met Harold and his friend Pete. Later we added Pete's new girl friend and then her boss (who was already eating there when we were) and finally his girl friend became his wife and we added her mother.
Over the years, Pete's wife's need to sleep in on Saturdays caused them to drop off. Her mother recently left to do other things. But Harold and Christina and I still have breakfast every Saturday morning.
Harold and Christina are two of the best friends a person could ever have. I look forward to seeing them on Saturdays; even though I no longer work on Saturdays, and could sleep in if I wanted.*
Harold and Christina and I are cat people. I have my beloved Hooligans, Christina has four cats, and Harold and his father have rescued a herd of feral cats. Harold rounds them up, takes them in and has them neutered, and releases them. Except, he and his dad have kept a number of the kittens.
We tell each other stories of our cats on Saturday mornings.
And Harold e-mails Christina and me pictures of and jokes about cats. Well, other things as well. But definitely cats and kittens.
He sent me these this week, and I am posting them for you.
* Originally, eating breakfast out on Saturdays was my reward to myself for being the only person in my agency who worked on Saturdays.
10 comments:
Aww indeed. Great pics.
Aren't you glad you had to work on Saturdays?
Ohhhh....these pictures are adorable J....they are perfect to go along with your wonderful story. I've seen a few of them before...too cute.
Those pictures from Harold are amazing....each one could be the basis for a wonderful blog post. Thanks.
who doesn't like a picture of a fuzzy kitten?
Makes me wish I had a camera when my boys were little. Their 10 years old now, and it's so hard to imagine my life without them. Also hard to imagine that my 16 pound cats used to be so tiny!
J,
Yes, I am eternally glad that I had to work on Saturdays.
Cherry,
My Hooligans are 10 and 12 pounds, and I often wonder how they were ever as little as these guys. Particularly when they both sleep on me on a hot day.
I noticed you already have I Can Has Cheezburger in your blogroll. I hope you are also familiar with the Daily Kitten, Memecats, Cute Overload, and for just plain silly, Cats In A Sink.
Why yes, I'm a cat person too.....
Bridget,
I'm familiar with them now.
Thanks.
Those are the cutest kitten pictures I've seen in awhile. Great story, too, MG.
the kitten in the frog hat is definitely my best friend's old kitten.
just ya know, wanting to brag seeing as how it's famous on the internet
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