Mami Drama

I was driving Jay to school yesterday, and we went to McD’s for breakfast. On the way, we passed a kitty by the side of the road. A beautiful orange tabby with a sweet face, lying quite dead. My heart dropped. Baby. I didn’t say anything to Junior, and I tried to be optimistic, but in my heart I knew. I got home and sure enough, Baby was missing. My heart was broken. G came out and asked what was new and happening, and I just broke down. He hugged me, and was very sad also. Baby was the one cat I’d allowed myself to get close to, and G was the same. He was so sweet and loving. He would come up to anyone outside and crawl into whatever lap was available. He let Em carry him around by the head. He would sleep in a ball next to Feral Kitty, his daughter. He was the best cat.

I told the girls, and asked they not say anything to Jay or Em, as I wasn’t sure how they’d react and I wasn’t up for it. I told El, and we both cried again a little. She knew how I felt, and it was good to cry, but I think I’m getting used to losing pets up here.

Or maybe not. Because around 5 yesterday afternoon, Es said “mom” sharply, and I looked up to see her holding my cat in her arms. “He just came in,” she said. She looked a little stunned, and as she laid him in my arms I lost it. I just sat there and sobbed, holding the big furball for about 5 minutes. I finally told Em to go tell El that Baby was back (“mommy’s crying because she’s happy,” daddy says).

El came up and said, “Em came down and told me that Baby went on vacation and is home now and mommy’s CRYING!” LOL!