Day 257; Footnotes of Crash, Bang, Duck

If I were a cat.

I would have lost about three in the very least two, of my nine lives today.  I heard the crash, I went running and thankfully no one was hurt. Shook up, shaking, upset, but not hurt. I couldn’t say the same about what made the noise. But, it was nothing that couldn’t be repaired. We relocated a variety of objects out of the way and the team set to work. It took a while, but the team successfully completed their project and by the time all was said and done, if you didn’t know about the crash before hand, you would never notice it now. Thank you team for all your hard and talented work.

There was a meeting planned for this afternoon for the Jeep show coming up in October. The benefit to battle children’s cancer and to be able to give support to families. After the crash, I wasn’t sure I would be able to make it, but with things set to right and my son coming in, we were able to attend. It, is going to be amazing.

I went ahead with many of the others and purchased my ticket. I purchased a shirt and then fell into the group that was following the leader and finding out plans for the event. There were many of our group who were able to attend and followed and listened. Questions were asked, questions were answered. From what we were told of the vendors who are going to be there, the area for the children, there should be something for everyone.

When I got back home I went online and signed up to help be part of the clean up. I had asked about it and was told that I could sign up, but I might be pulled to do something else. I couldn’t help but smile and tell her that back when I worked, I had a so called title, but I was always doing what ever was needed. Being moved from job to job didn’t bother me.

I do need to get back up there to the place it is going to be held. My son drove us up there in his car. I need to drive my Jeep so I can get a photo with the event banner. I mean, we were challenged after all. I need to go out tomorrow anyway. Because of the crash today I wasn’t able to get to the grocery store and I’m out of cat food, the good stuff anyway. Cricket the official cat, is NOT happy with me. I really, honestly do not like having a cat upset with me.

Many, many, many years ago, we had a Tom cat by the name of Sawyer. (get it?) Anyway, one day I upset him somehow, and he chose his revenge carefully. Don’t try to tell me that cats can’t think and plan. I know better. Let me note here, that my bed has this ginormous headboard. It has the recessed mirror with cabinets on either side. We had one of those shelf type stereos and speakers in that recessed area. Back to the story..the night that I upset Sawyer, it got late and I decided to go ahead and go to bed. My son was already asleep and my husband was watching television. I went to sleep and was sleeping sooooooooooooo good. Suddenly, out of nowhere I was feeling this agonizing pain in my stomach. I set bolt upright in bed screaming. When I looked, Sawyer was sitting on the foot of my bed, staring at me. He had jumped from that stereo, claws extended, onto my stomach. Sitting there, staring at me as if to ask, are you going to do that again silly human? To this day I don’t know what I did, but apparently I didn’t do it again because he never repeated that. Thing is, even though I sat up screaming, no one came to check on me. I think they were all in it together.

Treasured memories, Sawyer, Cricket’s dad.

Just as life. We are all in this together. If we can find ways to make this life better, we should take action and make ideas, reality. Doing anything and everything possible to help each other. It would be so much better that way, no claws needed.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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5 Responses to Day 257; Footnotes of Crash, Bang, Duck

  1. Dia Jae says:

    Wow! Cats are full of mischief.

    • Bless his heart, he was something else that’s for sure. After I brought him home, he only went outside one time and that was because he slipped out unnoticed. We found him the next day in the very back of our carport terrified. He never did that again. He did know where his bread was buttered 😉

  2. Dia Jae says:

    And they’re mostly nocturnal. So things that usually go bump in the night are mostly caused by cats! LOL

    • Our only official cat knows that she is not allowed on my kitchen table or counters. You can tell, that she knows this. But, let me walk into the kitchen in the night when she thinks I’m sleeping, and she’s made herself at home thinking she’s got one over on me. I’ve raked her off my counter more than once and I may have scared a life or two out of her when I caught her on my kitchen table. I don’t hurt her, just remind her. But I think she is trying to turn it into some cat game of getting one up on me.

  3. Dia Jae says:

    LOL. Kitties…

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