Baby Girl
Last week a small dove-gray kitten was found by my mother in our backyard. The little one was trapped in the walled area that leads to the access door for underneath my house. I had been hearing a cat meowing loudly for a couple of days, but couldn’t find it. I would have tried harder had I realized it was a trapped kitten. I just thought it was one of the many strays that roam the neighborhood and didn’t think about why it was sticking around. After all, I love my yard, so why wouldn’t it? Anyway, Baby Girl, the kitten, was so small she couldn’t jump out of the hole on her own.
Despite shaking with fear, Baby Girl didn’t panic when I touched her; she was so calm when I picked her up, she didn’t scratch me. This was a divine experience for several reasons. Namely, for the first time in years, I was able to get down on my hands and knees AND get back up myself. Last year alone, I fell four times in the parking lot at work. Namely, because I had a wheelchair lift on the back of my car and I had to walk to the driver’s side after loading up the wheelchair. Strangers passing by would have to pick me up. If you want to feel like a huge waste of space and I do mean huge; having a couple of strangers have to pick you up when you fall will do the trick.
Baby Girl has a soul of an explorer; the minute I set her down she took off into my garden. It took us a couple of minutes to find her again. Once I had her back, I held her in my arms, but the girl just wanted to explore. Baby Girl walked laps around my neck, shoulders and lap; I perhaps should have named her after Nellie Bly or Amelia Earhart.
Baby Girl was too young to drink from a bowl. To help her out, I dipped my fingers in the bowl and let her lick the milk off my fingers. Why am I going into so much detail about Baby Girl? I am supposed to be highly allergic to cats; so much so that I didn’t have to be near a cat, just near someone who had been near a cat sometime that day. Huge hives spread throughout my body, just because somebody had been near a cat. So the second part of this divine experience was finding out that I’m no longer allergic to cats.
In case you are wondering, a neighbor who feeds the stray cats and dogs in the neighborhood found Baby Girl a good home with her daughter and grandkids. Yet another divine experience, a stray kitten, which was lost from her mother and siblings, has a new home filled with kids and new adventures
Life is good! God is great! All is right in my world.
Many Blessings,
Genie
Where Baby Girl was Trapped
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