All Is Well

The kittens, barely 72 hours old, have grown measurably and have become more defined in their markings and behavior. Each morning as soon as I enter the barn, Puff greets me with a big howdy "meow". At least that's what I prefer to think she's saying. For all I know it could mean, "get me the heck outta here". As soon as the kennel door is open, she gingerly steps over the fuzzy bundles leaving them behind whining and fussing. There is no better place than on my lap nuzzling my neck and receiving a well-deserved belly rub; although I happily take note that she keeps one eye on the ever moving lump of fleece, concerned if the "frisky one" finds his way to the open air. She allows me to tuck him back inside, then encourages my hand back to her.

The nighttime temperatures have dipped into the low 40's each night since their arrival. I've been concerned about keeping mother and kittens warm enough. While I know Puff's body and milk warms the babies, I'm vigilant about keeping enough fleece available for Puff. At my final check-in each night, I tuck Puff into a secure nest of blankets pulled up and around her body. She looks out briefly as I turn to leave then pulls her head back into the warm alcove snug and safe from the descending cold and damp night air.

A cold front moved in about an hour before the kittens arrived bringing thunder, lightning and torrential rains, and now almost three days later the rain lets up only intermittently. The ground is sodden, mushrooms have sprung up across the prairie and I detected the croaking sound of toads this morning--all very weird for this high-plains desert. I'm not so certain that global warming accurately describes the phenomenon we are now reporting across the world; but rather, nature's reclaiming, or climate shifting toward greater well-being might better serve our understanding. I have come to the realization that this ball we call Earth and home is much more than rock, water, and dirt. It is a living, conscious organism playing host to all who come along for the ride.

I have also come to understand that life forms interconnected patterns among and across species--patterns that interact on a vibrational level--whether we are conscious of it or not--we contribute to the health, well-being, and expansion of this thing we call LIFE. But, I digress, more about all of that later.

For now, I am blissfully happy to know that three brand new beings are flourishing under the big, albeit cloudy, sky of this corner of the world. I await the day the sun shines once again and Puff introduces her kittens to the wide open prairie. All is well, as it should be.