A little black fluffy fur ball is curled up on the computer desk, right in front of me.

Yes, I finally have a kitten and my heart is overflowing with fullness of joy. I couldn't get the tabby from yesterday because she had a hissy fit about Jazzi, when they met. Tabby seemed sad today. Hope she gets adopted tomorrow.

But there were 6 new kittens today, just like that. And this little black boy kitten stole my heart on the spot. He has white paws and white nose and cheeks, with black freckles decorating the white on nose and cheeks. He has one big freckle on right side of his nose/cheek, and a string of three connected freckles on the left side, staring under the pink of the nose, which makes him very asymmetrical. Actually, the pink tip of his nose is mostly outlined in black. The white of nose goes up between his beautiful green eyes, has eyes like DTD. He mostly has black under his chin, with a streak of white on the right. And a white chest. He's gorgeous. He's funny face, one you don't forget, like Earl Grey. And he was calm and curious over Jazzi. Jazzi was really into this.

This kitten is a gift from God, a kitten like this gets snapped up like old garage apartments in St. Petersburg. So, there I was, at the right time at the right place. Honestly, when God said, Let's make something cute, He made kittens.

His name is likely going to be Roberto Clemente Mader. I was testing out Rays baseball player names, like Carl Crawford and Evan Longoria. Then Mike said, How about Roberto Clemente, Robby for short? You know, I think that is perfect. Roberto Clemente is Mike's all-time favorite baseball player ever.

Then again, maybe we should name him Funny Face, after the Audrey Hepburn movie, because he really does have a comical, unusual face.

So, I get the kitty home and he's all over the downstairs, but I did close off the bedroom and office. Jazzi is wagging her stub of a tail furiously and now kitty is arching back slightly and hissing quietly. Jazzi, bless her, is coming on a bit too strong. Kitty likes to sit on the floor of the pantry in the cardboard tray the water bottles come in. Jazz marches back and forth past open pantry, looking for kitty. Kitty just watches Jazz pass by, first one way, then the other. Poor Jazz doesn't see too well.

But the first thing Roberto does is find the hole in the baseboard next to the dishwasher. In he goes. I grab his hind quarters and desperately yank and he meows and overpowers me, yes, that's right, all 1 pound of him, he's 8 weeks old yesterday. There is a big dark empty space under the counters, in the corner. A hot water heater used to be there next to the dishwasher. Under the counters?? You had to take out the dishwasher to get to the hot water heater, but that's another story. Well, now, thankfully, Roberto came out and I stuffed an old dish towel in that hole. But it was immediate Heart Attack City. How could he get into trouble THAT fast? He also has discovered the jungle gym of 14 million wires under the computer desk, Lord, please have mercy. Also, he walked on the desk, pawing things, before he and a package of Mack's Pillow Soft Earplugs went sailing overboard.

After he explored himself silly, he jumped up, after a couple of tries, on my computer chair here in the kitchen. He sacked out while I made Sophia Loren's spaghetti. Sprawling looks like I should try it.

While I was cleaning up after dinner, Funny Face was climbing all over the dishes in the dishwasher. There isn't a spot he hasn't become familiar with. Busy. Now I believe he is down for the night, except I will have to move him to the bathroom, where he will live while learning the ropes of litter pan, which he supposedly knows all ready.

All I can say is, I have pure peace and unadulterated joy in my heart. Seeing that kitty sleeping during dinner made me feel like a kid again, when all that mattered in life was a cozy summer evening, a kitty to cuddle, a milkshake after a tennis game. Things like that. And the air conditioner (window unit) humming. I knew right away that this was THE kitty. He's purring up a storm and I think it is true love all the way around. I know it.

Oh, and I feel fine in my sinuses so far.

KITTY KAPER KEM