Phil was walking down the hall talking to himself, I was a little curious until he reached me and announced, "Guess what I found on the front porch?" Then he reached into his coat and pulled out a little Siamese kitten. He continued to soothe the kitten.
Sighing, I replied, "I didn't think we were going to adopt any more pets."
Then I took the kitten from him and fell in love. I knew we had to find the owner if possible. We asked all our neighbors and no one claimed the kitten. By that time Phil had put it in the laundry room with food, water, and a litter box. Immediately the kitten used the litter box. This is a good sign. It's already trained!
The next day we took the new kitten to the Veterinarian and found out she was healthy but had a cold, and an eye that was infected. So we spent money getting the cat on the way to being healthy.
Breanna named the new pet, Mocha.
We own another cat, Preston Kat is several years old. He is a beautiful black and white long hair bob-tail cat and he hissed at the new kitten for a couple of days.
Then one morning much to my surprise, I found them on the den sofa and Preston Kat was giving Mocha a bath. I asked myself, "Did I ever believe a male cat would have maternal instincts?" Sure enough, though, Preston Kat began at the kitten's face and cleaned its entire body! That's another positive because they are going to get along!
Then my grandchildren came over and the kitten did not bring out its claws even though the 18-month-old girl had sat down beside her and was pulling her fur! Another positive, Mocha is not going to scratch the children!
When I told some of my friends that we had adopted a Siamese kitten, I was told to give it away because Siamese can be mean. I answered, "I'm keeping an eye out for that and so far it's a precious little kitten."
Then Mocha started to show she may be sweet, but just like a child, she has some mischievous traits. I got up the other morning to find she had turned over one of my plants and dirt was all over the floor. I didn't feel bad about this even though I wondered what I was going to do to keep her out of my inside plants!
Then another morning I woke to find toilet tissue she had taken off the roll and pulled it apart and scattered it all over the den, kitchen, and hall! Oh my, another mess. I didn't get upset about this either, I knew she is just doing her thing and growing bigger and bigger every day. Maybe, I wondered if she is a cat teenager now?
Then Monday morning I went into my laundry room. It has the cat's food, water, and litter box, a toilet, mop sink, a washer, and a dryer in it. I flushed just as I saw a white washcloth go down the drain! I looked for a plunger. I knew we had one and I could not find it.
When Phil arrived home I asked him if he would bring his shop-vac into the house. He looked at me with that look! ‘What crazy idea is she guilty of now'?
Explaining to him that Mocha had somehow caused a washcloth that was on a hand towel rack behind the toilet into it and it’s not completely flushing. It’s stopped up. I asked him if he could please try taking the shop-vacuum and see if he could vacuum it out of the toilet drain. Yea! It immediately came out and Phil had an amused look on his face.
"You are a smart lady! I can't think anyone else would have thought about using a shop-vac? Maybe you should call some plumbing companies because you thought of using a device developed to be used for something completely different than it was designed to do."
"Why don't you just admit it? I'm a genius!"
"Sometimes I wonder where you get your ideas!"
"I get them from the same place I find my articles. There's a place in my brain that is about the size of a golf ball and it collects and somehow remembers what I could never think of until my fingers start typing!"
"You have a muse,' he said. (Definition: Muse an unknown personified force who is the source of inspiration for a creative artist.)
It's true to a point because once I hit the send button to the editor, I often could not tell you what I wrote about, so I've also heard that writer's or artist (of which I am, also) are a bit quirky and most of the time live in my own little world and somehow stumble through it).
Whatever the reason behind my writing, I can only claim that it is my blessing in life! The column and reaching out to hundreds of people a week is the most positive career I could ever experience! So thanks to all of you who compliment with kind words because you keep me smiling!