Karma Bit Me In the Butt...

 I miss my friend Carol Shea more than I can express in words. Carol died on Dec.9 2013. The only disagreement we ever had in our twenty-year friendship, was over her obsession with taking in wild cats. Carol had seven house cats that were mean to strangers. She also had about twenty outside cats that she fed better than I did my children. We both worked nights at Fulton State Hospital. After she retired she kept her same schedule. Tommy and I returned to sleeping nights like normal people. I spent the night with Carol and Punky, her sister once or twice a month. I would drive them to Jefferson City to doctor appointments, Walmart for grocery shopping. We would eat out and go to different hobby shops. It was a fun time for all of us.
   Carol would get up at midnight and start boiling chicken for the cats. Around 2 a.m. she would be outside, no matter what the weather was like, to feed those cats. I fussed at her all the time about this situation. It fell on deaf ears. It really wasn't any of my business, however, I knew her financial status and I knew that she was sick. I took her to the doctor each month. She wouldn't let me go in. She would say she had a 'back problem'. I believed this until almost the end of her life. She always told me she would get me back for not liking her cats. I am pretty sure she has. Last year a black and orange calico cat came to our house in the winter and had 4 kittens. One disappeared and when the babies were old enough to stay on their on the Mama cat took off. The kittens grew up and made a home in the garage. A few weeks ago their Mama came back. I know she had kittens in the garage. I just haven't found them yet. Low and behold a black male came around, he stayed for a couple of months. I think it was just enough time to get the other cats pregnant. So by the time winter is over we will be knee deep in unwanted cats. I can hear Carol laughing now. She is the one behind these wild cats showing up. I know she is. We have never had a problem with wild cats. I can't touch the cats. They know our voices and when we feed our dog. I have to feed double now because they eat all of Sabella's food. I really don't know what we are going to do with the cats. Yesterday they ate one of my birds, a nuthatch. There were feathers everywhere in the garage. Carol thinks this is funny. It is also karma she sent my way for fussing at her about her cats. I will be so glad when I learn to keep my mouth shut!!  Carol and I both know this isn't gonna happen. . . and still she laughs.


          Mama cat...