Trust me! I know what I'm talking about here.
What in the world am I writing about now? Hmmm...let me share.
I have always thought that we would never own a pet for a couple of reasons:
- Mike likes cats. I don't really care for cats. I won't hurt them or anything, I just would prefer a dog. Cats are a little too independent for my taste. When you call them to come, they seldom do. They are free spirits, and my controlling self has a hard time with that. However, Mike does not like dogs (and that's putting it mildly...let's just say he had a few bad experiences with dogs on his mission while riding a bike. lol). So end of story, NO PETS. He would never hear of having a dog, and I would never hear of having a cat. And fish are just out of the question...too annoying...haven't you ever read The Cat in the Hat. You know that fish was annoying. And hamsters...they keep you awake spinning on those wheels all night. Yup, no pets!
- I always thought that owning an animal is a lot of work and responsibility, and if I were going to add any more of that to my life, I would just have another baby because, hey, at least when you go on vacation, you can take your kids with you fairly easily. Well, we all know that having another baby isn't going to happen! Oh, no....I just realized I should NeVeR say NEvER! I take that last part back...it could happen.
So how in the world did we become the proud owners of this????
How ????
Well, I'm still asking myself this question.
I finally figured out the answer to the above question and it looks like this:
with some help from Mr. Incredible, himself
How did they do it? How did they manage to get me to cave?
TrIcKeRy, LiEs and DEcEIT...no just kidding.
They have soft hearts, and are a little more caring than I.
When we moved into our house, this sweet little cat (yes, you are reading right. The not so cat lover is calling this cat sweet, because really, she is!) had just been "rescued" by our next door neighbors from a junk yard. (Umm...Remind me if I'm ever in need of REAL help to not call on those neighbors...I mean, they are REALLY nice neighbors, but clearly they stink at "rescuing").
Apparently the neighbor rescued "Myla" ,as they called her, for his girlfriend. Now, I'm not sure if they broke up, and she no longer wanted the reminder of him or what, but we started noticing this black cat, with super clear green eyes, hanging around A LOT.
She would sit at our door step, but if we came near, she would take off. And I was fine with that. Actually, more than fine. Ecstatic. For this cat ALWAYS seems to be expecting kittens.
One day, I noticed the girls were calling her "Stubby" because she has no tail, and they did not know she had a name until a bit later. Apparently, they also did not realize that she was not a "he" when giving the nickname!
Well, I told the girls to stay away from her, and stop calling her Stubby. She WAS not our cat. I did not want cats hanging around, and pooping in our yard. I was VERY firm about this. Well, the girls listened (or at least I thought they did), but the cat kept coming around.
About two months ago, I found that SOMEONE was feeding her this :
on MY dishes!!! (Don't worry they have been washed and sterilized....trust me, again!!!
Hmm....I wonder who?
Yes, Ariel and Cecily with Mike's knowledge and HELP. You see, they took pity on her and had started feeding her turkey at Christmas. I guess they were feeling that Christmas spirit.
However, I was clueless. But hey, what's new???
They said she was starving and pregnant that the little girls down the street who now owned her where not taking care of her (apparently the neighbors asked the little girls if they wanted to have her, and the little girls said, "yes").
They just HAD to feed her. It would be CRUEL not to. So, I caved. I could not deny that.
Anyway, Mike and I talked about it and I told him that he needed to go talk to the owners and tell them they needed to take care of this skinny, pregnant cat. Really, he was also wanting to tell them to get her FIXED!
So he went to the little girls house one day after work. Guess what???!!! The cat did not belong to them. When the neighbors gave "Myla" to the little girls, they forgot to do ONE VERY important thing: ASK THE PARENTS FIRST!
So, Ariel and Cecily were right no one had been feeding this poor little cat, but them. A little secret between Mike, the girls and "Stubby". (Poor cat, I shutter every time I hear her called that, knowing she is a girl, but it will forever be with her now. To Cecily and Ariel she is Stubby, and they don't think that cats know about girl/boy names. Perhaps they are right. )
Well, Mike went back to the original owners our next door neighbors and told them they they were the owners of that cat and informed them that Myla/Stubby was pregnant once again and starving. What were they going to do about it. Mike said the neighbor did genuinely sound sad about it, but told Mike they would probably just have to take her to the pound because their dogs terrify the cat.
Well, Mike and the girls did not want her to go to the pound...we all know what happens to cats at the pound. Honestly, I did not want her going there either. My soft spot was touched and I looked at how helpless she seemed to be. She just "meowed", and it made me wonder if she was wondering why she couldn't be like other cats who had a family to love them. It made me teary eyed at the thought. Yes, it did. Stop laughing. I know, I'm a SUCKER!
And because I'm a sucker, we now have a cat. Not a baby, but a cat. At least we don't have to pay for college, or worry about it going wayward, right?
Anyways, I think I've learned my lesson about never saying NEVER, and truly, it's not as bad as I thought it would be. She is as cute as all get out, and very sweet, and yes, INDEPENDENT...well, except for us feeding her. And hey, at least when I go for a can of tuna now, there is some. Plus, I think the Lord is helping me to be more caring with "Stubby".
Oh, if anyone wants a kitten, just let me know. :)
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