A few days before Christmas I rescued a malnourished and homeless kitten. His name is Kaos (pronounced chaos). He lives up to his name.

Don't kittens ever sleep?

I've always been a dog person. This is the first, and quite possibly the last, cat I've ever had. My home isn't cat-proof. My life isn't cat-proof. My poor scratched up body isn't cat-proof either.

I've learned that cats are nocturnal. I've also learned that it's true. Very, very true. Kaos plays all night long without regard to my desperate need for sleep. Do I wake the kitten while he's napping in the sunshine? No, I respect his need for rest. I wish he'd reciprocate!!

Did you know cats can live up to twenty years? Yikes! Twenty years of no sleep sounds very unappealing. But I won't give him up. When he curls up in my arms and purrs contently, I know I did the right thing by giving him a home with unconditional love.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to rescue mothers ashes from falling off the fireplace mantle where Kaos perches in his quest for those pesky dust-bunnies.