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Wherein Mom Gets a Cat

iconographer: Terrance Nelson
My poor mother. She had to put up with such a parade of animals when we were growing up. One of my sisters routinely brought home injured animals - birds, rabbits - in order to nurse them to health. It was not uncommon for me to open a dresser drawer and find a turtle or snake. We had a feral cat, dogs, a horse. (There was also an incident with a bunch of pet white mice, but we refrain from speaking of that in order that both my sister and a certain cousin don't continue to get ashes heaped upon their heads.)

And cats. Lots of cats. There was Domingo, whom we had to transport to our cottage whenever we went. Domingo HOWLED the entire trip.

We had Adam and Eve, a brother and sister....who turned out to be Adam and Steve.

Snowball got an eye nearly gouged out and needed eye drops for two weeks. Giving an] eye drops to a cat is a breeze...the first time. After that, it got really dicey.

My mom complained that every kitten was cute and every cat was female - and pregnant.

Now, my mom is getting a cat. Ha.

Actually, I think it's a great idea. Mom is at an age where she doesn't get out of the house a lot, but she's still perfectly "functional". She has lost a couple of close friends recently and I know she gets lonely. A cat is a great companion animal - low maintenance and just friendly enough.

So now Mom is cat-shopping. I'll keep you posted. And say a prayer to St. Clare (who loved her cat companion) that Mom finds just the right cat.

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