From Tiffany: I was sitting in front of my computer, doing the usual things that we all do in front of our computers: checking email and news, general feckless surfing, etc., when I noticed my Fred Baby sitting on a little bench (that my two babies, Fred and Holly, have taken over) beside me. He was doing his usual thing: purring loudly, and looking at me with an almost drugged-out look of adoration while reaching out towards me with his right leg.
I did my usual thing, which is to kiss him on the head, pat him lightly, affectionately on his back-end, and say silly kitty-mommy things such as, "You my tiny baby? Wud you my tiny? Wud him tiny? Him WUD my tiny baby, yes him WUD!!!! I would wuv him and wuv him, just like that! Like that and like that and like that (pat-pat-pat)!"
Then, I get my face all in his tiny kitty-baby face, and he gives me a big, sloppy-wet face-rub-lovin'! And then, I thought, Does him, my tiny widdle baby ... does him even realize how perfect him IS?? No, him doesn't. Him just, you know, being. Just existing. If only I knew how to exist like that.
So, I told him. I said, "Fred, you, my Fred Baby! You wud so perfect! Do you even realize it, how perfect you wud, my tiniest tiny baby-baby-baby pie kitty-head??" I grabbed his little perfect face and squished it with love, in the way he's used to, exclaiming all my love and amazement at his extraordinary, amazing perfection. He just kept doing his sloe-eyed adoration thing, like nothing happened, sticking his paw out and trying to rub his face on mine, trying to bite my nose, as he loves to do. He doesn't know or care about anyone seeing his total perfect perfection. That's why him purrfect.
These little idols that live in our houses, these tiny, perfect creatures ... it's amazing, isn't it, that we should be so lucky? To have these tiny and furry and warm examples of total and utter perfection, right there before us? I fall at the paws of my kitties in awe ... I love them so very much.
P.S. from Rocky: You can read more about Fred and Holly here.