Yesterday morning, I went to throw something away and noticed the trash can was full.
“Yikes! It’s Monday! Trash day!” and sure enough, the trash bin was not at the curb.
So I hustled the trash bag out and put it in the large can and started heading toward the curb when I heard a loud, plaintive and insistent meowing. At first I thought there were cats in the trash can but the volume diminished as I moved toward the curb.
I popped the hood of my van, Oholibus, and Soren looked inside. Sure enough, there was a tiny cat there nestled or stuck behind some engine stuff.
She was right in there! Behind the whoosit and next to the whatchamacallit.
So Soren took her out and she let him. (We think it was a she, at least.)
Soren fell in love and named her Penny.
The rest of the kids were quite excited about the find, too.
I have to admit she’s a pretty cat.
Holding her and playing with her and catching her and feeding her (she ate out of each of their hands) and giving her milk replaced our chores for the better part of the morning.
They made her a little house with a dish full of milk.
“Look Ma, SouthPAW, get it?”
Thankfully for me (cat allergy), a cat loving friend was able to find a home for her right away. We boxed her up and sent her along with Papi to be delivered to her new home. And there was much sadness at her departure.