Oh dear, you are not going to believe this one. Well, if you have been reading for a while you actually might!
This is how it went down…
My kids have been sick for 10 days now and trapped in the house! I FORCED them out this afternoon to take the 2 older girls to softball. We packed up all the little kids scooters and planned on playing in the empty parking lot at the softball fields.
As soon as we pulled up, my eagle eyed children (also the same children who can hear you open a candy wrapper from a mile away) spotted a cat under the truck of the girls softball coach. There are ALWAYS stray cats at the fields.
They piled out and started calling for the cat. The cat sadly limped over to my kids, it was pathetic. Only trying to walk on 3 legs and clearly hurt. The kids all started crying, begging me to help it.
WHY ME!!!???
It’s 5pm. Rush hour traffic. I toss the kids and pathetic cat into the car and set off to find an open vet. Thinking to myself the entire time, “why am I spending money on a cat that is NOT mine!”
We find a clinic inside Pet Smart. Wait for an hour, and finally see the vet. After an exam, x-ray and antibiotic shot, the verdict is….
The cat has a broken TOE!
For crying out loud. So the kids are thrilled he isn’t going to die. The vet keeps commenting on how nice and clean and NOT pregnant this sweet cat is. Doesn’t even have fleas. Dang, looks like we have a new pet I am thinking. I have to keep the cat immobile for 2 weeks and then come back to the vet to see how it has healed.
We get home, and my husband takes one look at the cat and says, “who’s cat did you steal?”
“What are you talking about?” I ask.
“Sweetheart, this is someones cat, it’s not a stray! Look at it, its clean, no fleas, looks like it had a collar, and stray cats just don’t run out to a group of kids. It probably belongs to someone who lives over there, got out, stubbed its toe, you kidnapped it and took it to the vet!”
OH MY GOSH! What do I do now! I think I just stole a cat!