Kismet I woke up. I was having such a lovely dream! It was summer, I was at the ocean, lying on a blanket on a soft, sandy beach. The sky was so blue, and a warm breeze was blowing my long blond hair. Just as I turned to see what was making the lovely noise, I found myself staring at the window in my room, in Massachusetts, in the mid-winter. I wasn’t sure which part I missed the most, the beach, the summer warmth, or the hair (my normal hair was short, and usually cranky.) But there was something… at the window. I could hear scratching. Being on the second floor I figured it was a bird, maybe a squirrel. The house was old, so warm air from inside may have been seeping out, it was cold outside. I could understand something cold trying to get into the warmth. I reluctantly got up. Tip-toeing over in the dark, I heard the noise again. Scritch, scritch, like it was trying to get in. I didn’t want to scare it off before I saw what it was. Finally close, I pulled the curtain slowly back, trying not to startle whatever it was, but I still couldn’t see anything. Well, the secret of the noise must have gotten away, but it still looked lovely out there. On a whim, I opened the window to scoop up some snow. I had to get something from my treasure hunt. As soon as I opened it, in popped a kitten! It literally jumped right into my arms, covered in snow! I had no idea how in the world it had gotten up there! As I held it tight, warming it up, the kitten started purring. He stayed with me for eighteen lovely years, I named him Kismet. |