Two cute kitties are worth all the havoc
We celebrated Winn and Dixie’s first birthday a week ago Friday.”Celebrate” is probably too grand of a word. What we did was buy a can of fancy albacore tuna for them for dinner, and pet them a lot. We don’t know the exact day when they were born. We know that they were around eight weeks old when we adopted them in New Orleans last October. What we do know is that our two 1- year-old black cats were born the week that Hurricane Katrina hit the Gulf Coast last year. They were part of a five-kitten litter, found in New Orleans’ rubble, tiny and orphaned. Animal rescuers found the kittens and took them to an ad hoc animal shelter that had been set up in the parking lot of a boarded-up Winn-Dixie supermarket near the Ninth Ward – near the area that was swamped when the levees broke and the water rushed in, drowning people, animals and houses. My husband Erik was drawn down to New Orleans last September to help with animal rescue efforts. I followed him two weeks later, and we spent a week together moving dogs to safer ground, bringing injured animals to temporary vet clinics, feeding and watering dogs and cats left behind, and connecting owners to their pets. As it neared the time for us to leave, we knew we wanted to bring an abandoned animal home with us. Only three black kittens were left in the litter when we went to the Winn-Dixie to claim an orphaned cat. While we were there, a woman adopted one of the black kitties. We couldn’t leave a lone kitten behind, so we took the two remaining sisters. We love our girls. However, they have some of their duties a little backwards. Instead of patrolling the house for mice, they march right inside, mice in mouth. The same goes for grasshoppers, too. They’re not too graceful, either. We don’t have to worry about protecting any of our priceless family heirlooms, because the kittens have destroyed them all, including the personally-inscribed porcelain coffee cup Erik’s father received after 36 years of teaching skiing with the Aspen Skiing Company. And all of the glass in our family photo picture frames is now gone, having been shattered by the little darlings. No matter. Not a day goes by that I don’t look at those two and think about the horror – and it was horror – that they came from. And that’s when I feel privileged that they are part of our lives now. Carrie Click is the editor and general manager of The Citizen Telegram in Rifle (citizentelegram.com). She’s never really thought of herself as a cat person. Carrie can be reached at 625-3245, ext. 101, firstname.lastname@example.org.
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