There once was a little girl who found a cat. But her parents already had too many. Her mom made it her mission to find this cat a home. That home turned out to be mine.
Saturday 2-ish, a six year old boy waits by the front door peering out of the side window.
“THEY’RE HERE!” He takes off on a tear, jumps up on the couch and picks up his Leapster. He forgets to turn it on.
I get to the door and in walk Lisa, Sophia and Porkchop. We all go into the library, Porkchop’s temporary home until Pearl, the fifteen year old alpha cat can get adjusted. I make the introductions and J stares at the Leapster as if he hasn’t been waiting every second of every minute of every hour for the arrival of the newest furry member of the family. Did I mention the game wasn’t even on? The boys come into the library where now we’re all crammed sitting on the hard wooden floor. Yes. This is how I welcome all visitors. What hospitality.
Sophia, an absolute doll and animal lover plays with the kitty as he tries to get adjusted. The boys watch in amazement. J wants nothing more to hold The Porkster but has been trained by the older cat who on occasion will show her pointy teeth and hiss. It takes some convincing that most cats aren’t like that. Maybe they’re just watching because Sophia bears an uncanny resemblance to a young Audrey Hepburn. The oldest appears to be smitten. For Sophia’s part, she’s showing them how it’s done, how you play with a kitten, how you hold him, without ever saying a word.
The visit moves in a whirlwind. It’s the strangest thing to know someone so well because you’ve been reading them, yet not to know them in person at all. We cover being a fish out of water in your town, the state of the nation, a bit about politics. I grill Lisa about her writing. I never get a chance to talk to my peeps and I can’t let the opportunity pass. The WIP sounds amazing and needs to get out there in the world. That’s all I can say.
Lisa herself is absolutely charming. Her gray hair is stunning and as she’s talking I think about how I wish I had the balls to do it. But my hair dresser won’t let me. He doesn’t want to deal with me if I go gray. He and my husband seem to think it’ll make me crazy, which is less of their concern than me making them crazy. Well, duh. Of course I will. But nonetheless I covet Lisa’s hair.
For my part I was much more quiet than normal. I tend to babble when I’m nervous and I worked really hard at not babbling, not letting that switch I have be flipped. Which left me more quiet than normal, but eh, it’s the best I can do.
They left too soon, there was so much more we could have talked about. I imagine that’s the way it is when you meet such a dear friend whom you’ve never met though, no? So many questions, too little time and surrounded by little people who I was doing my darnedest to ignore, but who were demanding to be heard.
There was also a lovely sexy dance put on by my two year old. Which after many guffaws he continued to do and do and do…did I mention when Lisa standing at the bottom of the steps caught an empty toilet paper roll that came flying over the ledge? Yes. Welcome to my home…
They left and J spent the rest of his day holding Porky, or at least trying to. His big sister got home after being on vacation with her other family for a week and the two of them (the youngest was done with the cat for the time being, lucky for said cat) passed Porky back and forth until they went to bed around nine. The Porkster unlike most kittens, passed out and didn’t awake until the morning. They wore the little guy out.
J and A woke at seven and were back at it. No rest for the wicked. My husband and I sat drinking coffee, listening to music as all of the kids were entertained. We wondered why we didn’t do this sooner.
And quiet as could be, they emptied their rooms into the library. What cat doesn’t want a full collection of “stuffed-ups” (stuffed animals), two full balls of yarn, miscellaneous paint chips. three fake mice, two baby blankets and an Etch-A-Sketch to entertain him?
So thank you Lisa and Lisa’s family, for bringing us such a little treasure.