claiming our daze and our days on the prairie
oh sweet mother.
i have never been a cat person. but as i move through my evening, i am nudged by that little pit in the belly…and i run through the catalog in my mind only to stop at my angst: we have a new kitty and i’m a little out of my comfort zone.
this new kitty of ours was found in a parking lot. hot and trembling. two other women had been clucking around trying to figure out what to do. one thought she saw it jump out of a car parked nearby. my kids were all over this little kitty. and then that part of me that always-looks-in-the-ditches-and-never-
caregiver-for-it kicks in and if no one else wants to take her home, we will!
jerry writes a note: “lost your kitten? call •••-••••”
well, they called, micah’s eyes got shiny, naomi began positive self-talk that it’s actually good because that means that it is loved. but then the caller admitted that she found the cat a few miles away and didn’t really want it and after all, she wouldn’t want to disappoint our kids. so oh lord, we have two cats and a dog running round the home.
but micah wakes to do nothing but find that baby kitty and cuddle her. he sits and is warmed by her warmth. his gentleness is worth nearly anything.
yikes. i guess i’m more of a mama than a non-cat-person.