Nel (l) and I (r) didn't have a privileged childhood, but we had everything we needed. Our mother loved us above all else and read to us each night, even though she was exhausted from working six days a week. With her salary and tips as a blackjack dealer in Reno she paid a series of three women over the years to care for us at home when she was at work, thereby insuring our rootedness in the old house she rented from the time I was a toddler through my sixth grade year when we had to move because the landlady was tearing the place down in order to build an office building.One of those women, Mrs. Olson, gave me my first cat, Fluffy, and thus began a lifetime love affair with cats. The sum and substance of my childhood interests and passion were everything feline. Fluffy's kitten, Fancy, was my second cat and (it shames me now to say) she gave us lots of litters of kittens. I'm not sure how my mother dealt with the population exactly, but many of the kittens became our adored pets. I took particular interest in Fancy's deliveries, even staying home from school if the big event had begun during the night or was imminent. We worked together as a team, Fancy laboring in the cushioned box we had fashioned for her and I petting and singing to her, offering water, staying with her until all kittens were born and she had performed the astonishing clean-up duties and then stretched out, finally, to rest, purring while her kittens nursed. In those moments the tart, musky, humidity coming from the box smelled like love itself to me.
In the weeks that followed I kept meticulous notes in a binder concerning each individual kitten: order of birth, sex, markings, given name, date first eye cracked open and then the next, which was the strongest, the weakest, the loudest, the shyest, Fancy's favorite, my favorite, which was first to jump out of the box, who drank from a bowl of milk first, and finally who performed best at tests I made up to determine intelligence, grace, and personality.
So, when I, a lifelong cat person, saw this video (and the spin-off) on YouTube some weeks ago I of course thought it was one of the most purrfect videos I've ever seen. Cats Pyjaaamas in Sweden captured a moment between his/her two cats that stirs up all the cat love inside of me. After each viewing I must head straight for Feather or Shiva Lullaby to plant kisses on them, and to remember all the loves that preceded them.
(The first video is the original by Cats Pyjaaamas and the second is a "translation" crafted by klaatu42. There is also a prelude video of the Two Talking Cats by Cats Pyjaaamas that I'm not showing here.)
