This weekend, we are celebrating the fact that Tiger and Lucy have been a part of our family for 3 years. A few weeks ago, JT was reviewing his memories of happy events and the Monday that we picked out Tiger and Lucy was the very first day on his list. He remembers it in great detail, starting with my (to him) startling morning announcement that we'd go and get some kittens that day, our trip to the animal shelter that afternoon, and ending with cuddling his tiny new kittens that first night. I was surprised and pleased that JT could remember so many details with such accuracy. I know how much he loves them, but I just hadn't realized how much he truly understands why they are so important to him.
Caring for Tiger and Lucy is a joint project. Each morning and evening, JT checks to make sure their bowl is full of kibble and fresh water. Because of these kittens, he is learning that loving someone means caring for them in ways both big and small, a valuable lesson.
In the three years that they have stalked our house, Tiger and Lucy have contributed so much to our sense of home. They greet us at the front door when we return from school in the afternoon; they join us in JT's bed for stories each night; they curl up by our side and on our laps whenever the opportunity arises (and even when it doesn't....I am writing this post with just one hand thanks to Tiger's presence on my lap). They provide comfort, affection, and laughter in our home. They may be little and four-legged, but they loom large in our lives.
They are family.