While I was away....

I decided to give Den a call to say hi and talk to the kids....



Me: Hi!

Den:.......hi

Me: Where are you?

Den: the ER

Me: Are you joking?

Den...uh, no



Isn't this the conversation every mom dreams of having with her husband while she's out of town? Ugh. So Den took the kids down to his parents Sunday morning and my daughter immediately went to look for kitties to pet. This time she got a hold of a fluffy grey one which usually runs at the sight of little girls with grabby hands. Why was he so compliant this time? First cousin Ella held him, then my E. Then the cat bit her. A nice hard and deep chomp on the arm. The surrounding adults cleaned and bandaged the wound, comforted the girl and went on with the day. Then a few hours later they saw a dead cat. This dead cat was the same cat that bit E. Now it was obvious that it's semi-compliance was due to it being sick. So Dennis bagged the cat, put E in the car and with his sister the RN by his side headed to the emergency room. This is where I come in, however my role is simply anxiety and prayer from miles away. I'm told that she was a very brave girl, no tears and only charm for the doctors and nurses. They cleaned and bandaged her arm again and then gave Dennis instructions about the cat. Thank goodness he kept it or they would have had to start her on a series of rabies shots STAT. (is that the correct usage of STAT?) E went home with Denise(sister/RN) while Den went back to our place to behead the cat. Yes, cut off it's head. How you may ask? With a shovel, and it took longer than one would like and then he had to dispose of the body...matches were involved. Next was a drive at 10pm to a place that would test the cat head for rabies and Den claims he never would have found it had he not borrowed his sister's GPS. What a night....what a wait. BUT, praise the Lord, no rabies. Just a nasty bite and some antibiotics. Have I mentioned that my husband is my hero?



You would think that my daughter would now be leery of felines. However, the first day I'm back I'm willing to to something extra fun and sort of a hassle since I missed her so. A paint by number kitty from a kit my mom got her. On the bottom she asked me to write "E loves cats."
and she named the cat "sila". She informed me that she loves kitties, just not kitties that bite.