by Nann

Created on: February 23, 2009

My cat bootsie is one of my favorite childhood stories. At the age of 10, she entered my life. A neighbor hood friends cat had a litter - isn't that typically how most stories start..."on the way home from school MOM!...my sweet little neighborhood friend out of the goodness of her heart knew I need this little tabby kitty to take home." (hey, I got this stuff down to a science by now) So the only question in my young 10 year old mind was how to get this past the "Gate of Mother" at my home. Oh, did I mention the allergies that FORBID my having animals like KITTY'S and PUPPIES? Yes, there were allergies so severe that after a delightful day of playing with my older sister's animals at their home, I would wake up with my eyes sealed like super glue -crusted shut from this hideous puss-stuff in my eyes. My mother would rush me to the doctor's when this happened so I could never have any kind of animal out of the question-ABSOLUTELY! Well, I am not without my resources and quickly I move into covert action with my little neighborhood friend. "What have you got to take the kitty home in?" she asks me...hmm..."have you got a LUNCH BAG?" no but my MOM should have a grocery bag. PERFECT! SoI trot off happily to my home with my sweet little kitten-n-a-bag and the BIGGEST SMILE on my ANGELIC face. Once home, I scope the place out like a trained spy I slink around the outside of the house and back through the front door quickly turn the T.V. on and act like I've been there for HOURS! Mom say "Hi Nan" I reply back Hi MOMMY... (code for I know I'm in trouble but you're still clueless). Time goes by and I think I'm in the clear when there comes a clatter (Dickens had nothing on this) my mother has sprung up her bedroom shade (like a you see in the cartoons where it keeps spinning around and around) YIKES! then I hear...."NANNETTE!".(just typing it send the hair up my arms)"WHAT IS IN THAT BAG?"my mother shrills in that TONE that most of us recognize as children was NEVER a WIN-WIN situation to negotiate. Oh course my reply is..."WHAT BAG?" silence...."THE ONE THAT IS IN THE BACK YARD WITH A CLOTHESPIN ON TOP MOVING ACROSS THE LAWN!" Still in the front of the house (safety in distance) I say.."WELL, MOMMY I had to RESCUE this little kitty, she won't be any trouble I PROMISE!" My mother never missed a beat, "YOUR RIGHT IT WONT BE ANY TROUBLE because you CAN'T keep it! "Did you think to put holes the bag so it could BREATH?" (YIKES) On that I rushed to her room and looked

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