Than Kitten...All I Want for Christmas
by Marijo Phelps 8/12/2013 / Pets
Love accompanied by four little paws and blue eyes. But I have been asking for a new kitten for a year and a half. It was all I wanted for Valentine's, my birthday, our anniversary. Mick thinks I am nuts as we already had sixteen paws when I began this entreaty.
Our Stormy died a month ago, two weeks after my breast cancer surgery. I told Mick I should play the kitten card but I don't do "head games". He looked me straight in the eyes and said "Jo, we still have three and that is more than enough, I can't handle burying any more cats, this is just too much."
I window shop, never for clothes or household items, if I don't see it I never get the "want its", works really well. BUT, I window shop for kittens, in all my years of "shopping", I rarely see the young, blue eyed seal point kittens.
They go overnight. Last one I saw on a Tuesday and by Wednesday morning it was adopted.
It snowed and was bitterly cold this weekend. We had planned to go to the Outback Steak House to celebrate me being cancer free on my surgery biopsy. That was eight weeks ago and Mick, who hates going into Colorado Springs on his day off, said maybe this was a good day. Didn't have to convince me!
I needed to pick new glasses and a few other things so off we went. We got the glasses and had time before Outback opened.
"Hey, we could stop by PetSmart and just take a peek at the kitties, I am not hinting either."
He had mentioned the week before he was at PetSmart. Now why would this guy who is not getting more cats be at PetSmart?
"Hum, what'd we want to do that for, it will be a zoo if it looks like there aren't many people maybe we will go."
We walked in and I immediately saw a tiny kitten with seal points in a cage with a black and white kitty. I guess I squealed. This is the kitten I have looked for and it has been ages since I even saw one like it. Mick, meantime went into another room and was playing with a tabby. Pretty soon it was "come on, let's get out of here."
I began praying. Only the Lord knew if this little girl was healthy and would be a good fit with our other cats. Only the Lord knew how to get to Mick.
"Jo, one of us has to be mature and reasonable, don't let your emotions get all involved here."
Off to dinner we went. Coming out from dinner he mentioned we could go back and LOOK one more time and then turned the wrong way and started going home. We crossed through the whole city and were about to start going up the mountains to our home. "Do you really want to look again?"
Mumbling, talking to himself and turning around and driving really fast back to PetSmart. "OK, if it is sold or the lady went home this is the end of kittens forever, OK?"
"Honey, I cannot commit to that but I will give up on this one then"
The lady had taken the kitties and gone home.
"Are you crying?" "I am actually a little disappointed."
I wasn't. I was praying. I felt like the Lord was saying not to bring this up again but if Mick did it was a green light.
Fast forward to the next morning after breakfast, "so, are you over that kitten yet?"
"No, I am not."
"Well, why don't you see if you can get the lady's name and number.."
I called PetSmart connection was terrible and I could only hear every other word they gave me the wrong name but the number of the actual home the kitten was staying in. She agreed to have us drive 70 miles and pick the kitten up on Sunday.
I had a dream about a week ago and in it there was a small pointed kitten with a red bow around its neck. I have yet to get her still enough for the bow but below you can see "All I Want for Christmas". We are still trying to come up with a nick name! Her official name is Jazzmine Bandit Blue.
(C) Marijo Phelps all rights reserved - use giving proper credit only.
Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news