Much to our surprise, Spot adapted extremely well to traveling life. But when she passed away a year-and-a-half later, we pinky swore that we would not get another cat until we stopped our full-time travels. There have been many times over the years that we have had to remind each other of our promise. The words—litter box—were usually enough to snap us back to our senses.
When The Universe Has Other Plans
A couple of weeks ago while on my daily neighborhood walk, I heard a high-pitched cry. For a moment, I thought it might be one of the foxes that I often encounter. And then I saw it…a small ball of fur tearing out of the woods at high speed, heading directly for me.
It was so little. And so desperate. There were no houses anywhere nearby, but plenty of foxes, coyotes, eagles, owls, bears, and wandering dogs. I knew that little kitty didn’t stand a chance.
So it came home with me. We fed it, gave it a bath, and it made itself comfortable and irresistible.
This Is Magnolia
My friend Diana asked if the kitty was a boy or girl. I told her I was sure it was a girl because it had such a pretty face. “You’re looking at the wrong end,” she told me. Nonetheless, we named her Magnolia. And when we took her to the vet, we were assured that she is indeed a girl, and just shy of four months.
We tried to find out if she belonged to anyone, but she was either abandoned or a stray. We’re glad she found us and decided to make us her family.
She is affectionate, adorable, and hilarious. She entertains us for hours diving in and out of her cave, tossing her squirrel up into the air and snagging it with a paw, and racing through the house at lightning speed. She’s just what we need right now.
P.S. We are still planning to travel when the time is right, all three of us.