A Year With Three Kitties

by Jeff Baker

February 12, 2025

Exactly one year ago, February 12, 2024 I drove the 240 mile, four-and-a-half-hour trip from my Brother’s family’s house to my house in Wichita with something very special; I had adopted three kittens from the litters of two strays they had adopted after they wandered into their lives.

Kittens, maybe but they were ten months old and growing. I met them in June of the previous year, fell in love and decided I wanted them, as the house had gotten too quiet after Darryl died. I made sure they had all their shots and the like and made plans to take them with me in February.

They knew me already from my trips up there and we got along wonderfully. I named then Camden and Ebbet (baseball names honoring Darryl’s love of baseball) and Amy named the third kitty “Miss Meow-Meow,” and never was a cat more appropriately named!

We arrived in Wichita in the afternoon and the kitties quickly settled in to exploring and climbing. There was no real period of adjustment; it’s like they have always been here. They run and play and are indoor cats here in town, outdoor cats when the four of us visit my Brother’s house with its big backyard and tall fence.

The kitties are still growing (to my amazement) and they are loving and a big pain in the butt sometimes!

They have made this house a home again just by being in it. They eat, they snooze, they demand attention. When I was sick over the holidays in December (we all got colds) they slept with me as I crashed out over a couple of days.

They are the Sweet Kitties as I call them. Give them a fallen tissue and they live up to their other nickname: “The Kitties Without Pity.” The house is warm and happy with them here.

So, thank you, Kitties. It’s been a fun year and I can tell by your purrs you feel that way too!

—–jeff baker, February 12, 2025