Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Making Hope

My mom is coming today! Yippee!

A couple days ago I had gotten to thinking about her and my step dad on their last visit here. It was a full year ago (during last spring training). They usually come in the fall as well, but last fall I was busy getting married. One of the things my step dad likes to do when he comes into town is help me with the dumpster kitties. Since feral cats are not the occurrence in Minnesota that they are down here, he is always amazed at how pretty and sweet they can be, their social interactions, and how fast they can multiply. He likes to help me feed them and dawdle back their for a while to see them crawl out of the woods. Mom never used to do this. My mom comes by her sensitivity quite honestly and told me she just couldn't handle seeing all those kitties without homes and no one to care for them. In her words, she couldn't see them knowing they had no hope. I understood.

When I was talking to my mom the other day, in an offhanded manner I mentioned that I couldn't wait for step dad to see the dumpster kitties- and all the clipped ears! I couldn't wait to point out the ones that were ill-behaved in my care, the one (!) that lets me pet her now, each one's quirks and habits. I know he'll really get a kick out of it. My mom, almost offended sounding, said "Well what about me? Can't I come too?" That was the first time it dawned on me that perhaps I had turned a "hopeless" situation into a tolerable one.


lefty_grrrl said...

Well duh, Natalie. We've known how awesome your efforts are for a long time.

It's nice to see it reflected in the actions of others, though. It validates.

Sylvia said...

Will you have a hard time getting Mom and Step Dad away from the Kitties and off to baseball? I hope you have a great time while they are there. What happenend to the white kitty and which one is letting you pet it?

magnetbabe said...

Mom fell in love with the dumpster kitties. She wants to take one home. The really spastic one that dives in the second the food hits the ground lets me pet her when she's eating. As for the white kitty, I'm not sure what the deal is. I haven't talked to Heather since I got back from Denver and quite frankly I was getting so psycho about that cat that I've decided for the meantime to back off until Heather lets me know what's happening.

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