Cathy in the Wright

Sunk To New Lows

Cat blogging. I'd almost rather fess up to a crack habit. Now a dead cat...well, I wouldn't need to think twice. But cute, cuddly kitten-blogging? Time to put some bullet holes in the keyboard.

So how did this come about? It's King David's fault.

Friday night King David and I and our families met for dinner. I was so excited to find another blogger this far out in the boondocks that I suggested we get together sometime. We emailed back and forth and King David suggested we meet at the Mexican restaurant in Buffalo.

Our meal should probably be the subject of it's own post - The VP and I really enjoyed ourselves. King David and Mocha Momma and their two kids were a pleasure to meet. The only complaint I had, and it was one shared by Mocha Momma, is that the meal went by too quickly. We're already planning our next get-together.

When we left the restaurant, The VP took both boys and headed home. I had a late soccer game, so I started my drive to the cities. Before I had gotten far, I got a phone call from The VP. His truck started to overheat. He was on the side of County Road 35 with both boys and could I come fetch the young ones while he tried his best to get the truck home? Well, there went my soccer game. Nice timing on my part; just the week before I chewed out some team members for not showing up to games without letting me know. Egg...face...shake hands.

Anyway, I turned around and drove back to Buffalo and found the truck. It was fairly dark by this point, so I was anxious to get the boys in my car and get off the side of the road. As The Senator is climbing into the car, I hear some faint meows from the tall grass next to the car. More like mews.

And dummy that I am, I meowed back.

Out of the grass comes a kitten. Oh hell. This is not good. She ran over to me and started rubbing against my legs and meowing and purring. A full-grown cat I could have abandoned to it's fate, but since I lured this poor thing out of hiding, I just couldn't leave it on the side of the road.

To cut the story short, the kitten came home with us. I told the boys she couldn't come inside (allergies - mine), but we would do everything we could to make her comfortable on the front porch. We fed her some tuna and gave her some milk. We stuffed the box with towels and blankets and isulated it from the wind and cold. We played with her on the porch until bedtime.

As I tucked in the boys, I warned them both that I didn't want any sniveling or crying tomorrow morning if the kitten was gone. There were no guarantees that she would stick around during the night.

She stuck around. The Senator played all morning with her, and then we had to drive her to the Humane Society. And after demanding that The Senator not get all teary when we left her at the shelter, I'm the one who started sobbing once we got back in the car.

The Senator and I consoled ourselves by imagining that our kitten was going to wind up the spoiled little princess in a house where she will sleep on the end of someone's bed and eat nothing but Fancy Feast out of crystal goblets.

She's cute enough to deserve at least that, no?

And while The Senator, The Governor, and I are a little sad that she's gone, The VP and Hoocher are walking around in silent relief.

And King David, next time we'll try a different city. Preferably one that is not booby-trapped with kittens on the route home.

Posted by Cathy at October 16, 2006 11:11 AM