*Before I begin, I'd like to put it out there that I have continually apologized profusely to my children.*
About 2 years ago a co-worker mentioned a kitty her friend needed to find a home for. I figured it would be a super fantastic surprise for the boys so I called Chad and, of course, he agreed. I made arrangements to pick the kitten up on my way home from work that night.
My coworker was a liar! This was not a cute little kitty. This turned out to be TWO fully grown, long haired Puma's. (Ok, maybe not real Puma's but I swear they came up past my knees and weighed over 30 lbs each, And, I could have shaved one of them and made Jay Z a Persian car cover.) There was no freakin' way I was taking one, much less both of these Brontosaurus cats with me.
...so, they talked me into taking them both. *sigh* They really were pretty docile and beautiful once you got past the size. They took up the entire back seat of my Corolla. I had to stop by Wal Mart and get some food and beds and dishes,etc for them. They lounged calmly in the car while I was in the store. I couldn't believe how well they were taking this. It was like they were high or something.
...so you guessed it. The previous owners had given them meds to calm them down and ease them into this 'transition'. By the time I got them home, it was after 9pm and Chad and the boys were in bed. I was tired so I got the cats familiar with the litter box and crashed, too.
Here comes the part I didn't think through. During the night, the cats came down off the meds and decided to explore their new surroundings. I never even thought to put them in their cages to sleep. I woke up at 2am with Alexander in my face. Nose to nose, eyes as wide as moons, 'Mom! There's something in my room!'
Poor Alex had been woken up by the cats prowling around his room and was scared to death. I followed him back up to his room to get the cats. I assumed Andrew hadn't been bothered by them since he's a pretty heavy sleeper and he hadn't been downstairs. I decided to pop into his room to check on him anyway. (Every now and then I have a rational, motherly thought) I turned on the hall light and still to this day cannot believe what I saw. When I peeked into his room, he was laying frozen in his bed with his eyes wide open staring right into mine. There was a giant black cat curled up next to him in the bed.
Now, ladies and gents, try your best to imagine what you would do if you woke up in your animal free home with a giant jungle cat in your bed. The kid was terrified! I asked him how long he'd been laying there awake and he said almost 2 hours! Just laying there, wondering what the hell was next to him and if it was going to eat him or just claw his eyes out.
I was torn between horrible guilt that my poor sons had been scared out of their mind and fits of hysterical laughter. Now that I think about it, this story might explain why Andrew was so excited when the allergy doctor told us he was allergic to cats... Needless to say, i'm not expecting to be well cared for in my old age.
just laughter. that's all I have in response to this. it reminds of me of my new friends, who accidentally burned their kids dinner one night. The dad covered up the charred burgers with cheese and condiments, put them on a bun, and placed them before his starving kids. they dug right in, looked confused and then disgusted at the food in front of them, and he wishes he had the whole thing on video.
ReplyDeleteit only seems sadistic until you're knee deep in kids. and then its just hilarious.