I have this cat.
Her name is Peyton.
She really doesn't hang around home much. She usually comes running from somewhere else when it's dinner time. She does not hang around home, waiting for people to come outside or return from somewhere, waiting to greet them. That's her sister, Homer. Homer is a perfect name for her b/c she rarely leaves home base. Homer follows you anywhere and everywhere, a faithful kitty to the end. Not that Peyton isn't, it's just that she is literally going places and doesn't care if you are there or not. She's adventurous and that's cool too.
But Peyton, oh Peyton, she got the ride of her life today. A whole new adventure that just might make her more of a Homer. (It would for me, but maybe not. Maybe Peyton is just so much of a tough girl that this won't matter.)
Peyton. This cat. Can you tell where she is?
YES. That is my crazy cat, on top of my truck, at my kids' school. That is 2.6 miles away from my house. To which, I drive 40-50 mph for part of the way. This cat. You guys, I am so not a cat person. They are cute and funny and have killed mice and chippies and kept the woodpeckers off the house and I am so grateful for that but - THIS CAT.
So I pull into a parking spot at school and get out of my truck...and I hear this LOUD MEWING. There is a lot of noise in the school parking lot, not to mention my 4 kids clamoring and arguing about who gets out first or who gets a quarter for candy canes or whatever. This loud mewing rises about the rest of the stuff and I have a moment - is that a cat? Is that a cat under/in my truck? Oh crap - where's Peyton?! I start to walk around, thinking I'm going to look under the truck and nope. There she is, hunkered down under the spoiler. Side note - is that thing there to make us feel like we are cool and we might race this big bus, or does it actually serve a purpose? Like, will I roll my truck if I don't have one holding me down? Don't answer that, I promise I won't remove it. Back to the cat. She is starting to stand up and making so much noise people are noticing. Yep. This is me. This is my life. "Is that your cat?" My 8am snarky self wants to respond, "No, I'm Samantha Stevens, one of my kids was grumpy this morning and I just turned them into a cat. And made them ride on the roof." But my 'be-nice, these-people-are-normal-and-Dutch' self just smiled and nodded. Yes. That's my cat.
I kissed my kids and promised them to get Peyton down, told them to tell all their teachers about their crazy cat and their crazy mom. They didn't want to leave. I told them I'd turn them into cats. Go to school! We all had a good laugh. And then I turned them into cats. KIDDING. It's Friday, ok, I am trying to laugh at all this!!! I reached for Peyton, worried she would be pissed at me, but I was wearing gloves and figured I probably deserved her wrath anyway. She didn't want to come down, but I grabbed her and tucked her under my arm. This cat. She just went for the ride of her life, but I wasn't going to let her repeat that. I brought her in and set her on the passenger seat. She wanted in my lap, but listen people, I am not going to have a cat on my lap while I drive! I am not a crazy cat lady! I may be crazy, I may be a cat lady, but I am not a crazy cat lady. I moved her back and she decided to go check out the rest of the vehicle, letting me know her displeasure. So I drove home w/a cat talking to me, praying to God that she didn't get crazy and freak out, jumping on my face or something while I drove. I pulled over to take the next picture of her, remembering to fully document this event for her kitty baby book. Nope. But I did want to take a picture for me to remember. I have a terrible memory, relying on photos to remind me of stuff all time. I just don't do well w/details, so when the kids ask me about a vacation we took, or where did we eat that cool TX shaped waffle, I look back at the photos to remember. Of course the waffle was in TX!! I remembered that, it was a joke. But seriously, photos help my memory. Anyway - here is the queen in her carriage, headed for home. She's probably checking on her loyal subjects. Making sure none of them have a cat on their roof.
You know me, I'm always trying to glean some life lesson from stupid things that happen to me. The obvious one here is to check the roof for cats before leaving. I laugh at my life sometimes! Never thought I'd be doing 90% of the stuff I am doing!! But I really don't like obvious stuff. I like the weird and quirky stuff - which is why I like my life. I am choosing to look at this situation a little differently. Sometimes, your life is like a wild ride on a Friday - hanging on to the roof spoiler of a big white SUV. And gosh, it's dangerous and not recommended and you never want to do that again! But when it's over - it's over. You're safe. Sometimes the adventure serves as a reminder that we do hard things. Life can't all be sleeping, treats, playing in the long grass in the sun...it really makes no sense to worry about the possibility of hard things. If you choose to sleep on the truck, you might find yourself at school. But if you don't sleep on the truck, you might never feel that warm engine mixed w/the slanting morning sun. So many times people ask why would do foster care, why we would choose to enter into a relationship that we might not be able to continue forever. People have asked why we would subject 'our kids' to other kids' possible issues or behaviors. They want to know why we take risks when life is good, why don't we shield and protect ourselves from hurt or loss. Oh we do. We just make sure to sleep on the truck every once in a while. B/c if we don't, we miss out on things. We miss out on the chance to love a kid, even if it's for just a little while. If you knew a kid needed a lunch, wouldn't you share yours? Or would you eat it, while they watched? I bet every single one of you would share or give up your lunch. It's like that w/love. Once you know a kid needs it, you can't NOT give it to them. Lately some kids in my house are going through some stuff. I am just going to blame growing pains. They need me. I feel drained and like I don't have much left to give. But get this - I am digging deep inside myself and putting 50millionthousandpercent into loving them. I am not a stay calm person. I have my own self and my own growing pains I'm working on. Seriously - I drove to school w/a cat on my roof. BUT - I love these little people so much I have been working so hard to stay calm. They need it. They need me. I'm not perfect but I'm doing it. The other day, I calmly handled a situation and a kid melted in my arms. Sleeping on the truck/taking a risk on this little person = worth it. It's a wild ride. But it's Friday. And sometimes you look back on that ride and think about how funny it was and the thrill becomes a happy memory.