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The Milk Run Led Astray

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(The Monday Book will return next week)

I got up this morning with a plan to make a quick run for castor oil and half-and-half, because my dear friend Susan is coming today to make soap. (The half and half is for her coffee; that’s what she likes in it.)

Since we were out of milk I figured a quick run for these items and back would be good pre-caffeination and I could inaugurate the half-and-half.

Not even two blocks from my house, a kitten huddled in the middle of the road, looking ill and vulnerable. Little guy didn’t want to get in the car, so back to the house I went and returned with wet cat food.

Kitten got a little friendlier, I seized it mid-bit. Convinced it was in the grip of a murderous cannibal, kitten struggled, but I’ve done this before.

Soon kitten was ensconced in our spare bedroom (which Susan will occupy tonight) with a soft bed, litter box, water, and the equivalent of its weight in wet cat food. (Little guy is super-skinny, and sick, but will be better soon because we have meds coming from Susan.)

It was 6:45 am. My husband still does not know there is a cat in the spare bedroom- well, he will when he reads this. He always reads my blog posts. :]

There is a castor oil shortage in the town. I finally gave up and went home to get my first cup of coffee.

Is there a moral to this story? Choose one, gentle reader.

  1. Leaving the house uncaffeinated guarantees complicated adventures.
  2. Meet life’s little surprises with grace and gratitude. We do what we can to alleviate the suffering of others.
  3. Never run out of milk.
  4. Always have a friend like Susan, who not only doesn’t care that she will be bunking in with the kitten but is bringing me stuff to make it better. Then we will do silly things (albeit safely) with lye and essential oils. 

Zora Left Us

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zoraOur baby girl Zora has left us. Jack took her this afternoon to her last vet appointment, where we ended the dark confusion and debilitating pain advancing years had brought.

Zora didn’t know anyone these last few days; not her veterinarian Beth, not Our Good Chef Kelly, not always Jack and me. We gave her a bowl of milk and a chewy stick, two of her favorite things in the world, before assisting her into the car.

She came to us fourteen years ago when she ran out in front of my car on a busy street near a suburban neighborhood. I got out, looked around for where she might have come from, and then invited her to ride shotgun. We stopped at CVS and got a collar on the way home.

We know she got her mind and her legs back at the Crossing. I’d like to imagine she got the Teak Throne carried by four Maine Coons, but our Zora was a Quaker girl. She would never allow such fuss and pomp.

No, our Earth Mother dog, who snuggled so many foster kittens through the years, would be met halfway through her plodding amble to the other side by a great cloud of witnesses to her loving nature – those whom love couldn’t save, who have been waiting for a chance to show Auntie Zora around.

These would be the kittens Zora helped up the stairs in our bookstore, nudging them with her nose, even lifting them gently with her carefully covered teeth, dropping them on the landing or the lowest branch of the cat tree. The babies she kept warm, nuzzling them through the night.

Sometimes we asked her to nurse one, but more often they commandeered her bed. You knew when a kitten was with Zora for the night; a soft little growl that turned into a gurgle, followed by licking sounds. In the morning, Zora’s tiny puffball would be tucked between her paws, head cradled on her nose or cheek, both snoring softly.

So I know the little guys have been waiting this last week, watching for the time to meet her and return the hospitality. They will lead Zora to the swimming pond, show her the Milkbone Forest, probably try to talk her into playing with them on the Kitty Trampoline. She won’t go in for that. A dignified lady with all four paws on the ground, that’s our Zora.

But she probably will sneak in a round or two of jingle ball golf with les enfants, before trotting off to the nightly Steak Grill in the Dog Park. She always enjoyed being goalie for their soccer games.

Enjoy your retirement, baby girl Zora. You earned it with your sweetness and kind disposition. I wish the world still had you in it, but even if you had to leave us, it was worth it for knowing you, sweetheart.