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Here Kitty Kitty Episode Six

17 Sep

My Take

DiVoran Lites

 

 

On Monday, Thea and I go out the French doors and onto the tiled and enclosed patio. I sit down at the table with my Kindle Fire 2 to use Gateway Bible for devotions. Thea, paws on the plant shelf under the screen, gazes to see where all the noises are coming from.

 

 

 

Nature sings in all its glory, and Thea can hardly be still. She then hunkers down and stares at the sidewalk below. I wonder if one of the black racers that protect our property against Cuban Tree Frogs is slithering by. I watched one eat a whole frog once. Gross! The frogs are what we call exotics, and since they destroy the beautiful green frog natives and produce off-spring readily, we are not put-offwhen we see a creature that keeps their numbers in check.

One squirrel chases another up a telephone pole. They jump on the metal roof making a clatter like tree limbs falling and Thea hunkers down. She hides under the plant shelf where she can see, but not be seen by the Florida cardinals who are bringing their spotted adolescents to the feeders for the first time.

Ginger dog runs panting on the other side of the privacy fence, another strange but intriguing sound. Lizards run up the screen almost as if they are begging for attention. I imagine that for Thea, the whole experience full of suspense like would be for us. Fear playssee-saw with curiosity as she leaps onto the shelf, then down, then up again. She seems so new and innocent that I wonder where our silky tuxedo cat hasbeen all her two years of life. Nighttimes on the porchshelistens to cicadas and hears a chuck-wills-widow (like a whippoorwill) calling its nighttime song.

A few days later we’re on the porch again and Thea is busy near the basket in the corner. She’s after something. I look upbut go back to drawing. It must be a lizard,I think. We usually try to take them out before a cat gets them, but this time, I believe it’s too late. The next time I look up, Thea is proudly carrying a small dead Cuban Tree Frog to where I can see it. It has turned blackish. She taps the critter then licks her white paw clean and taps it again hoping to see it move.

I get the broom and dust-pan and dump the frog into a bunch of ferns that grow around one of our trees. Later Bill asked what I did with it. When I told him, he said, “That’s where I put everything that I don’t know what else to do with, too. No wonder the ferns are so well fertilized.”

 

 

 

We’re not heartless, but we’ve lived in Florida a long time and our environmentalist son keeps us apprised of what’s going on in the world of nature. Thea is part of nature and as a cat she is considered invasive or exotic. A single cat has been known to kill all the birds on a small island. However, Thea is an indoor cat. The chances areshe has always been one. Other reasons she stays in the house and on the porch are: cars, ticks, fleas, feral cats, and poisonous snakes. Sometimes I feel as though I’m keeping her a prisoner, but then I wonder what kind of life it would be for a human-loving kitty to live in a shelter her whole life and not have a family of her own.

 

 

 
Author, Poet and Artist

DiVoran has been writing for most of her life. Her first attempt at a story was when she was seven years old and her mother got a new typewriter. DiVoran got to use it and when her dad saw her writing he asked what she was writing about. DiVoran answered that she was writing the story of her life. Her dad’s only comment was, “Well, it’s going to be a very short story.” After most of a lifetime of writing and helping other writers, DiVoran finally launched her own dream which was to write a novel of her own. She now has her Florida Springs trilogy and her novel, a Christian Western Romance, Go West available on Amazon. When speaking about her road to publication, she gives thanks to the Lord for all the people who helped her grow and learn.  She says, “I could never have done it by myself, but when I got going everything fell beautifully into place, and I was glad I had started on my dream.”

Here, Kitty, Kitty~Episode Three

26 Aug

My Take
DiVoran Lites

 

Photo credit Bill Lites

 

Things change quickly at the SPCA Adoption Center in Titusville, Florida. On Friday afternoon around four o’clock, I had a strong urge to drive over and see what was going on. The center is only two miles from where we live, so the ride was quick. We opened the front door to a packed lobby, and an associate told us it was rush hour. At this time people brought in fostered kittens and sometimes their mothers for adoption. It was also the time that a lot of people stopped by after work before the weekend.

Right away, we met a volunteer named Joe who knew where to take us. He seemed a gentle soul, though a bit shy. He obviously loved animals, and I’m guessing he especially loved cats. We now wanted a cat between one and five years old. Knowing I had my dream cat in mind, Bill left the choice to me.

Joe took us into a room and allowed me to open a cage containing a black and white cat. She seemed shy but sweet. When I stopped petting her she retreated to the back of the cage leaving me with the feeling that she didn’t expect to be taken home-ever. I felt terrible about leaving her, but we needed to look around a bit more. Joe took us into a room with six female cats in the age range we were looking for. These were the tired and stressed mothers of kittens now playing wildly in another room.

Suddenly, a beauty came up from the sea of cats like Venus from the shell. This one’s name wasn’t Venus, though it was Athena another name for a goddess. It fit, but we morphed the name into God-given. She rubbed her cheeks on Bill’s shoes and he petted her, then it was my turn. As I stroked her sleek and shining fur she purred loudly, and I fell in love once again. I then realized that the caged cat hadn’t purred at all, but this was to be our last cat and we wanted her to be happy and easy. Our volunteer went to the desk to tell the associate we were ready to adopt.

Soon we were on our way home with Thea, a tuxedo cat with angel wings on her back. We knew we could love Thea and yet honor the memory of Jasmine too. We rejoiced and thanked Abba for her and for all the love and fun we’d have together becoming a family.

 

Photo credit Bill Lites

Photo credit Bill Lites

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