Confession is good for the soul!

Got tickled at Ranch Kid's pittiful plea for somebody, ANYBODY to take some her barn kitties off her hands. Cats are usually plentiful around our place, but I remember a time when I would have jumped over the moon for a kitten. Katie was two years old and loved cats. Her cat had wasted it's nine lives so the hunt for another "cat toy" begun. Any other time, the papers would have had cats galore to give away, but not this time. For days, I called fellow country people, poured over the local paper in hopes that someone had an overabundance of felines and would be willing to share. After a week or two I was getting desperate and did the unthinkable. Remember now, this was 15 years ago, WAY before I lived by the spirit and not the flesh.....well, anyway.....I decided to visit the local humane society. Surely, they had some cats to spare! With a mission in mind, I bundled up little Katie, and off to town we went - we would return with a cat or else! It started off innocent enough - I walked in there like I owned the place and.......Lied. Yes I did. I told them I was looking for my cat..... which I knew was probably scattered over two sections by now.....and who could resist a cute little blond haired girl with dog-ears and a sweet smile. Yep, they let us go back to "look for my cat" .... alone. We ventured back into the "cat house" and wouldn't you know there was baby kitties of every color, in every pen. Poor kitties, I thought - locked up in these little ole pens, with nobody to love them.....such a shame....they would be so much better at my house.....good food...clean water...room to run around...yeah, you know where this is going. And like I said we were all alone....no supervision....being trusted. I was fixing to be involved in a catnapping. I know what you're thinking - I should have considered "adopting" a kitty but they wanted $35.00 to cover the mandatory spay fee. Well, I didn't want my cat spayed. I wanted all parts in tact so maybe I wouldn't be back in this predicament - maybe I wanted to have baby kitties so I could give kitties away...you know, to other people in need of a cat. You can justify most anything if you think about it long enough! I spotted a potential candidate and started shaking....I knew it was wrong.....I looked around to see if anyone was looking .... Do you know how hard it is to unlock kennel pens with one hand? I grabbed this poor baby cat and stuffed it in my coat and walked out to the office. I can't believe I'm telling this. Nervously, I explained my cat wasn't there...rambling....the cat was working up the arm of my coat and started meowing.....so I gently patted Katie on the bottom and said "Hush Katie, momma is talking"......yeah I know...I dashed outside shaking so bad I couldn't get my truck unlocked. Got cat and kid loaded up and zigzagged around the neighborhood in case they had discovered a missing cat and might be following - no, my conscience wasn't bothering me and I'm not making this up. After the 15 mile trip home, I had settled down some - but as I turned off onto our little dirt road - coming down the road...no kidding...never happened before or since...was a State Police car. I was about to have a litter of kittens....would have saved me alot of time and trouble had I done that first! I smiled and waved, broke into a cold sweat, and burned down the road to the house - ran in, totally out of breath and demanded to know what the state police was doing out here!! Ross looked at me and said...."what did you do"?? I let the cat out of the bag so to speak, and my husband was shocked and amazed that his wife would do such a thing... and drag a two year old as an accomplice. He had no idea why a police car would be on our road, other than maybe he was trying to find a bush. You know, that cat turned out to be mean and hateful and I think I ended up shooting him. All Ross could say was....you get what you pay for. I hope Karli 's cat takes care of her remaining seven lives.... maybe I need to talk to Ranch Kid about a cat! Till next time, adios.