Story Saturday

It's Saturday and that means it is time for Story Saturday. Story Saturday is when I will tell you a story from my life. It may be short and sweet. It may be sad. It may be funny. It may have a moral. I may just be confusing. It is just to give you a glimpse into my life.

Not too long ago, my family lived in a house that we rented. This was when my Daddy was alive and we had two different dogs at that time. One was my beloved beagle and black lab mix, Marbles. The other was a chihuahua and dachshund mix named Micron.

One night, Marbles kept looking at our front door. I thought that maybe he wanted to go outside because I had started letting him out at the front door since had set up a tie out for him on the house and he could go out into our front lawn.

However, he did not want to go outside.

He again looked at the door and this time I thought I heard a small mew. I did not open the door, though. Instead, I let Marbles settle down and I peeked out the window on the front door.

On the ramp that was outside the door, I saw a small gray kitten! My Daddy never liked cats. However, I like cats just to visit them, as long as I'm not keeping a cat as a pet of my own.

So, I opened the door and called for the kitten. It was not there. I found that quite odd. I sat in a chair that we had by the door. Again, I heard the mews of the kitten.

Briana had gotten a small pie tin and we had filled it with milk. We called for the kitten and left the milk on the porch. We were hoping that it would at least stay around the house at times. We knew that the cat would be our responsibility if it stayed around the house.

We were okay with the stray cat visiting us. My mom, sister, and I all liked that idea. Marbles was not a dog that didn't like cats. He did like to chase cats, but he liked chasing them because he thought it was playing. When a cat was sleeping or just sitting, he would only want to walk up to it to tell it hello. I'd have to tell Marbles that the cat probably did not want to see him.

However, we never heard the cat again. The next morning, the milk was not gone. We dumped the milk out into the grass and took the pie tin in and washed it.

We did not have a stray cat visitor.

We wondered where the cat went, but we never saw it anywhere in the neighborhood or the city, so we can only assume that it knew where it was going and that it got there.