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We thought this was going to be a life lesson for the younger girls, but I think it turned out to be a lesson more for my husband and me. Funny how it turns out that way sometimes, don't you think? While we were living in the rented duplex, a kitten found us. Just showed up our of nowhere. Of course the girls loved all over her. I asked the neighbors if she belonged to them but nobody claimed her. So we bought some food and a cute little dish and put a box with a blanket on the front porch. The girls started calling her Annie, as in "Little Orphan Annie". Not much later we returned home late one evening to find her waiting at the door. I picked her up for a minute to scratch that itchy chin and then put her down. When I did, I realized I had blood on my shirt. I checked her over real good and sure enough, she had a b-b sized hole near her hip. I cleaned it up and medicated it and she limped for a while, then recovered completely. (If you are still reading this you must a soft heart for animals too!) So, now weeks have gone by, she has been hanging around for a month and it is time for us to move into our new house. What do we do? Take her with us of course. For three weeks we close her in the garage every night to make sure she doesn't get mistaken for prey. Every morning we let her out and everything is fine. Then, Saturday we cleaned out the garage. Dh and I are tired of the litterbox in there and decide she is ready to stay outside. That night we put her bed and food on the back porch, close up the garage and go to bed. Sunday morning, getting ready for church -- no Annie. Back from church, still no cat. Not on Monday either. Girls are sad. Mom and Dad feel guilty. DD#3 asks me if I think something got her and if it did, would it have hurt really bad or would she have died quickly? Then she wants to know what if she is out there somewhere hurt and can't get home. I try to comfort them, but at the same time want them to realize that sometimes life is sad and hard and pets can die. So, Tuesday is about to end and we are all sitting around the table talking. Dh is in the middle of a story and suddenly exclaims, "There's Annie!" She is looking in the dining room window at us. Of course we all jump up and run out back to pick her up. She is hungry and a little skittish, but none the worse for wear. Who knows where she has been for three days, or where she has slept for three nights, or what she may have eaten! So, to end this very long story, Annie is back in the garage at night, safe from whatever may have chased so far from home that it took her three days to get back! Daughters learned that God does answer their prayers, and mom and dad learned not to feed stray cats!!! |
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