Best given: Well, it’s kind of cheesy . . . .
Hubby and I were walking the dog Christmas Eve. It was freezing, fridgid, colder-than-you-know-what. We stood shivering, silently urging the dog to hurry up and poop, already.
Out of the stillness came a loud “Mrow! Mrow!”
“What’s that?” Hubby said, “Sounds like a cat.”
“Yeah, but where?”
We stood there, waiting, and pretty soon, a grey kitten came running up, mrow-ing. Hubby picked her up, “She’s shivering!” and put her inside his coat. The cute little thing started purring like a lawnmower.
“What should we do?” I asked. “We can’t keep her.” (We’re living at Grandma’s house until we can find one to buy.)
“She has to belong to somebody,” he said.
We went inside and put the kitten in the dog’s bed, where she curled up, and fell fast asleep. I called my grandmother at her vacation house down South and asked if any of her neighbors had a cat. She said she didn’t know, so we started calling around.
We finally found out that our neighbor’s sister who lives further down the road had lost her kitten. We asked her to call the sister and tell her we were coming, hopped in the car with the kitten intoning “Mrow! Mrow! Meeerow!” all the way, and drove down to their house. A little kid opened the door, and when he saw the kitten, he started screaming and crying, jumping up and down. His little sister ran in, and gave me a big hug, sobbing so hard she could hardly thank me. Turns out they had lost the kitten almost a week ago, and had given it up as gone-for-good.
It was great . . . made a couple little kids happy on Christmas Eve. Best present I could have given!
