Saturday, my Husband helped his dad out in the country. He had the oldest and the two youngest with him while I had numbers two and three with me at a Bazaar in which I was participating. While Husband and kids were helping and playing, a tiny, black kitten was spotted. And a goat with a Harley Davidson collar appeared in the fence with the other goats. But I’m not talking about the goat today.
The kids played with the kitten, chasing it, likely scaring it to near death and when they were done helping Papa, they left. No cries. No whines. No begging. At least that’s how it was reported to me.
At least there was no whining until about half-way home. And then Cindy Lou Who, aka Laura Lea, was crushed to not bring a kitten home in her arms. C.R.U.S.H.E.D. And she remained crushed throughout the evening.
The first thing I recall my Husband saying Sunday morning is, “I’m going to go see if that kitten is still at my folks’.” and this is what follows…
Now, it was made crystal clear to the children, by me repeatedly, that if the kitten did not receive a clean bill of health from the vet (an exam for which my Husband assured me the kitten studied), then we would be burying the kitten beside Hydro. Yes. I said that. Why not? They needed to know.
So first thing Monday morning the kitten visited the vet for feline leukemia test, fecal test, etc etc. She (yes, that was checked as well) passed all of her tests.
And now, at approximately 7 weeks old and 1.8 pounds, Blackie is home and constantly in the arms of Laura Lea who repeatedly makes it crystal clear to me that “When Blackie grows up and gets married she will have lots of cute little babies like her and stay home with them.”
I know, from this child’s simple analysis of a kitten’s life gifted to her by her Daddy, that my being home is indeed worth every moment. Every single moment.
Oh my, how sweet!! I can’t wait to see Blackie!! I love LL’s hair cut, btw!!
Blackie is a cute kitten. LL isn’t so bad, either!
Beautiful! What a lucky kitten and lucky children. Blackie looks so fluffy and I love her name. As a kid I named one of my hamsters Blackie, he was all black too.
Thank you. The kids name the animals. Our other cat (also a stray under similar circumstances) is also solid black. The two oldest named him “Joey” six years ago. Go figure! Thanks for coming by. I am really enjoying your blog, btw.
Cindy Lou Who – love it!!!
The new haircut changes it a wee bit, but yes, she is indeed Cindy Lou Who. In more ways that blonde locks. Thanks for reading!
Well this is one of the sweetest stories ever. Oh and no need to say you are sorry for letting the kids know up front what would happen if the results were not positive on the tests. I think that is being honest and upfront. No need to get hopes up if something did not turn out right. LOVE THIS!
Well, thank YOU! And I am glad that punch to the gut (from your sister after a hug and kiss) hasn’t affected your typing. It’s good to see your blog. I missed it while you were away!
Hahaha! The punches affected a lot of things but my typing is not one of them. HAHA.
You’re one tough cookie!
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