This is Sammy here.
Just wanted to take a moment to reflect on what happened 13 yrs ago today.
But first, let me tell you how today started. So it was about 2 AM and I got this restless feeling. I started pacing and doing my post-surgery huffing noises. This got Tempi activated. She took to walking down the stairs. This in turn woke up our parents. They are a bit on the alert when she starts downstairs in the night since we have had more than one instance when her biorythms were thrown off resulting in accidents in the dining room. But in her defense (which I don’t always support) these instances were simply due to the fact that the doors to the outside were closed so she couldn’t get to her normal spots. Dad was able to get out of bed and try and get her outside in time…which he did…but it wasn’t her that was all farklempt. It was me! So after Dad and the Tempest returned to bed I continued my pacing. Every once in a while I’d lay down for a second or two but then got back to the back and forth. Finally, after 15 minutes or so, Dad got up again and helped me downstairs and out to the back yard. But he was missing the point. When I woke up at 2 AM I looked at the calendar hanging in our room (thanks NM grandparents!) and realized this was an important anniversary. But as I said, he (Dad) didn’t catch on but carted me back upstairs after I went outside and did a little biological functioning…if you know what I mean.
So…are you wondering why today is relevant to who I am?
Well it turns out that it was 13 years ago that my parents and MI grandparents took a drive to Dekalb, IL to pick up Ornery (aka Banshee) and Little Boy (aka Sambuca) from our adoptive parents.
So what prompted this addition to their family from 2 cats and the 2 people????
Well it was a picture similar to this:
But in the original on-line version it was Banshee, myself and our other sister who had just been adopted. The aforementioned picture prompted our Dad to say: “look out kittens, your life is about to change.”
This was a very prophetic statement.
So, on this date 13 yrs ago, my parents put my grandparents in a car, drove to DeKalb, got introduced to Banshee and me (which included a spastic romp through our foster mother’s house, over my grandparents laps as they sat on the couch and that was just the first lap around the living room! After my parents (now in shock) signed off on the adoption papers we got into a car where Banshee tried her darnedest to not puke on Mom (who was covered with towels) while I sat on my grandmothers’s lap and used my patented grin to win both of their hearts forever (and I really did try to stop my caterwauling early in the drive)…Dad and Pa just sat in the front seat oblivious to everything as they drove the 90+ minutes to our new home. It was this time on my Grandmother’s lap that saved me during the skunk episode.
You should have heard me when I first got in the car… woo eee my bark worked then!
Interesting aside. During that first weekend, Banshee had an accident or two on the living room rug…what is it with my sisters (?)…and I got right in her face and told her a thing or two. That was when I knew I had found my forever home because my Grandpa accurately translated my admonishment: “Don’t screw it up for us. We don’t want them to send us away. Did you not see the great backyard!”
The next morning I wasn’t so sure about the place:
But then after we escaped that crate, chewed up some things (aka dining room table, banister, a few crates, a fence or two, etc.), romped around the backyard some more, and most importantly got fed TWICE a day (!) I knew I was right and this was the place to live out the rest of our pre-college time…unfortunately Banshee (and then Montana) were fast learners.
It IS great to be alive.
P.S. – did I mention our great-grandfather (on my maternal father’s side) was also from DeKalb!!! Certain things are immutable.