God must have had fun creating animals. I can just imagine the angels laughing as he
made them, and congratulating him, “Good one God! That one is hilarious!” I think of that as my calico cat, Bonnie,
wakes me up in the morning. She jumps on
the bed, brings her nose within inches of my face and then yells her meow like
a prima donna’s statement, “I am here; attend to me now.”
When Dave and I married, I already owned three cats (all
three were in some way inherited from my younger brother). Dave is allergic to cats. Our verbal prenup had the stipulation that I
could keep the cats, but once they were gone, they were gone. No replacements. One cat mysteriously disappeared early on in
our marriage while I was on vacation. She
apparently went out the door and never returned. She started out life feral, so I imagine she
returned to the woods. The other two
lived well into their twenties.
Then came Bonnie and Clyde. Dave and I have two versions of the story of
how they came to live with us. Here is
mine, which I stand by as true and factual.
I was working as a floor nurse at a nursing home. One of my coworkers rescued a litter of
abandoned kittens. They needed special
attention and she brought them to work along with her dog, and they stayed in
the closet of our break room and the dog nursed them. The truth is often “stranger than fiction!” As they grew a little older, the residents of
the nursing home became their babysitters.
They loved it! Then it was time
to find permanent homes, and thus started the “kitten campaign.”
Every day of my work week my coworker/kitten rescuer
asked me the same question. “Do you want
to take home a kitten?” By this time our
home cat population had decreased to one, Boo, my old, crotchety, pure white
and deaf male. My answer remained the
same. “No.” My coworker knew the story. No more cats. Yet she continued to ask. Then the nursing home residents became
involved. One animal lover followed my
med cart, in her wheelchair, with two kittens on her lap. “They are so cute. They need a home. Don’t you want to adopt them? Look at them!
How can you resist them?” The
residents had ulterior motives. They
knew if a staff member adopted the kittens they would likely continue to bring
them in for visits. I stood my
ground. “No!” I promised Dave, and a deal was a deal.
The onslaught continued. Every day, “do you want a kitten?” Every day: a parade of residents and kittens
following my med cart. Finally I was fed
up. I needed to nip the campaign in the
bud, so I called Dave. “Dave will put an
end to this.” I thought. My coworker
asked her usual kitten question, and instead of answering I handed her the
phone. “Here, talk to my husband.” She did.
For quite a while. “What on earth
can they be talking about?” I thought.
Then she handed me the phone. She
was smiling. I put the phone to my ear
and could hardly believe what I was hearing.
“Well if you really want one you can have one.” It was Dave’s voice, but I was incredulous.
This is where Dave’s version of the events
differs. He maintains that I called on
purpose because it was a few days before our anniversary. I disagree.
Either way, once he said yes the wheels started turning in my little
head. One kitten would be lonely. It needed a companion. I didn’t think Boo would fit the bill. So adopting one kitten turned into bringing
home two, a calico female and her daredevil, puffy grey and white, brother:
Bonnie and Clyde. Another time I’ll
write about their reception into our home.
For now I will just say they gave Boo and our dog, Angel, a run for their
money.
“God made the
wild animals according to their kinds, the livestock according to their kinds,
and all the creatures that move along the ground according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good.” Genesis 1:25
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