Tuesday morning, I was in the midst of making gingerbread men (and women… Equal opportunity baker right here…) when I got a phone call.
It was a fellow that lives up and around the corner from my place.
Turns out this guy likes to collect all the stray cats in our neighborhood. And for the last 8 months, he has had a female tortoiseshell cat living in his shed. I guess he assumed that she didn’t belong to anyone, and was content to let her live there until his other cat decided she hated this new cat’s guts and they would fight constantly. So, he called in to the SPCA and got them to track the tattoo in her ear. They gave him our number.
This cat was my daughter’s kitty, which she got for her 6th birthday… Named Bamboo by the SPCA, we kept her name and brought her home to live with us. My daughter adored this cat. In April of this year, she went missing. After looking high and low for her, we came to the sad conclusion that she had probably died… There are many coyotes here, which, sadly, many cats have succumbed to….
(Humble confession: I wasn’t that sad…. I was, quite frankly, tired of cat turds in my garden and dead birdies on my porch…)
Months went by, and Elisabeth grieved for her baby and was recently starting to speak of her cat in affectionate terms, remembering her antics and sweetness in a healed sort of way.
But lo and behold, we were the subjects of a mini-miracle of sorts.
The neighbor brought Bamboo back to my place and she was instantly at home.
When the kids got home from school that afternoon, I made them sit on the couch and close their eyes. I had Bamboo in my arms when I told them to open their eyes to see the surprise.
Their reactions? Still making me cry…. They both shrieked and jumped up, hysterical, much to the cat’s dismay… And then, my daughter picked her kitty up, hugged her close and in a tear-filled voice said “Oh, Bamboo… I love you so much…” Her smile lit up her face as she snuggled that cat.
That right there? Well, that made me the happiest Mommy in the world.