To finish off the week, here is a tale told by my friend Kristin. Thank you to those of you who have shared a story or two with me. I really do appreciate being able to sort of take a break occasionally from this blog, and let you have your say. WHATEVER you want to say! :) Just send your story to email@example.com.
|Henry N. Honey Ham Miller McBride (phew!) |
(Kristin's newest kitty)
(as told by Kristin)
When I was 25 I moved to Fredericksburg Virginia, not knowing a soul there, for a job teaching art in Spotsylvania County. One summer day while sitting on my front porch on Littlepage Street my neighbors came down the sidewalk, each with a tiny kitten in their arms. They had found them on the bank of the Rappahannock River with no mother in sight. They wanted to keep them but they had a dog who would have hurt them and wanted to know if I knew anyone who could keep them until they were able to find them homes.
I had absolutely no business adopting any kittens as I was barely scraping by, so of course I volunteered to take them. They were crawling with fleas. So I road my bike to the vet office a few streets over, explained the situation and that I needed some flea shampoo. The assistant asked if I planned to keep them. I said no, that I could never afford the shots, neutering, etc. He asked me what I did for a living and I told him I was an art teacher. "Really?" he said. "we've been looking for an artist to paint a mural on our building but they all want way too much for it. Maybe we could barter - you paint the mural in exchange for all the kittens' vet care - shots, check-ups, spaying, neutering". I thought about it for about 1 second and said "it's a deal!!" and I rode off with my flea shampoo to wash my new babies.
I spent the whole next summer painting 2 murals on the outside of the vet's building (and meeting some really nice and really weird people in the process). And the vet's office, true to their word, gave my kittens - Peepers and Kooky - vet care until I moved away a few years later. That was the best deal I ever made. I had both Peepers and Kooky for over 16 years until they passed away, each at a ripe old age. They lived in 3 states with me, multiple apartments and houses and were my sweet, funny, lovable little buddies through some of the hardest times in my life.
I will never forget that sunny, summer afternoon on my charming little porch when they were carried into my life or the strange series of events that aligned that allowed me to keep them. Two tiny tiger kittens that were meant to be mine. :)
Have a great day everyone!
"Judge each day
not by the
harvest you reap
but by the seeds