On this wintery morning, one of our family cats knocks at the patio door. My two children are home with a cold–and hopefully not the flu. They are laughing at her antics at the door. Her paws have left a pretty pattern on the frozen ground.
All of this should add up to a heart-warming moment–especially for cat-lovers.
The reality is that I am at my wit’s end after taking care of three sick boys all weekend. I’ve been sick myself but all mommies push that to the side in order to clean runny noses and comfort feverish heads. AND SHE HAS A FROZEN MOUSE IN HER MOUTH–AGAIN!!
This is not the cat I wish for … she is not a homebody. She gets into too much trouble. And she cannot sit still–whatever happened to cats sleeping all day!?!? I am determined not to let her in. But then I look at how happy the boys are to see her–mouse and all. They are smiling from ear to ear and their feverish cheeks look way adorable. Lulu has made them feel better–AGAIN! What mother can’t appreciate that?!? So I look past her crazy, open the door, leave the mouse at the door for my husband, clean her up, and welcome her inside again.
She might not be the cat I wished for but she’s simply perfect for our family.