Last Monday I sat down to edit my book, no really I swear! I even did the “Creating Your Premise- Writing Exercise” out of The Anatomy of Story (which was going to be the topic of this post). After my writing exercise I made myself a cup of tea and started reading. It wasn’t as bad as I feared. It needs rewrites, but I could see where I was trying to go on my first pass. I am making notes, I am editing…
I reach Page 5 and I hear my husband call out for me to come downstairs. I asked him why and he just calls out to come downstairs. I practically threw my pen at the notebook with the interruption ,but I knew my husband would not disturb me without a reason.
As I walked down the stairs I saw in his hands a young gray cat.
He said, “It came into the house.”
I replied, “How?” Imagining a split window screen or that it snuck into our garage one day.
“It just came in,” he explained. Apparently he had seen the cat out on the patio, it was 30 degrees out, so being the cat-person that he is, he opened the door to see if it was alright. To his surprise the cat did not run off and instead walked over to him when he said “kitty”. It took a look around the kitchen from the back door and walked in.
It was cold, we didn’t want to put him back out. We needed to form a plan to get him back to his owners. We all went upstairs to my office and locked ourselves in after locking our boys into our bedroom, where they were already enjoyed their sunbeam-drenched, early afternoon naps.
Honey and I marveled at the friendliness of the cat. We tried to formulate a plan to find the owners, while this little gray kitty looked around. In all of our days as cat owners we had never experienced a cat encounter like this. We wondered if he had been abandoned and wondered if this was our new kitty. Lately I have half-joked about upping up my “crazy-cat lady” game. I texted my neighbor (who was out of town) if she knew the cat, she did not. I watched out the window to see if anyone was looking for him, but the streets were empty. It was cold out.
Honey realized the little guy might be thirsty so he went downstairs to get a bowl of water. He came a few minutes later with a bowl of water and …
This little guy was in our back yard and when my husband opened the backdoor he did not get one full “kitty” in before the cat came running to him and into the house.
*insert joke about how my husband brings all the cats to the yard, here*
I was sending my friend and neighbor Meryl pics of the gray cat when the Orange cat came in. Honey quickly said I think they might know each other and went to go get another bowl of water. I could not stop laughing at the ridiculousness of having two cats just walk into our house within ten minutes of each other, seriously I had the giggles. But that ended as soon as the gray cat saw the orange one. He got mad and hissy. I yelled out to Honey “they do not know each other!” as I sat on the floor between the two.
Honey could not hear me through the closed door.
He came back to one hissy cat, one baiting the other by exploring the room, and a wife struck again by a case of the giggles trying to explain that we just let to random cats into our house and into my office.
Eventually Honey put the orange tabby in the guest bathroom with his own food and water, while the gray one stayed in my office and stuck his paw into my now cold cup of tea.
Once everyone was secure in their own room. I went downstairs and walked around the neighborhood listening for someone calling for an animal. I went a few doors down to a woman I know, she had seen the orange cat in her yard before. I was starting to wonder if the orange one was indeed a stray.
For the next few hours I went from room to room of cats, making sure everyone had food and water-disinfecting myself each time as to not get anyone sick. I bit the bullet and joined a neighborhood group, to post the found cats. As the sun started to go down and I did not hear anything from the post I wondered if the cats were going to be spending the night. I went to the store and got some more kitty litter and some disposable aluminum trays for little mini-cat boxes.
I moved the Orange Tabby into the guest room and watched a Netflix show with him. I had spent some time with the gray one as I wrote up the “Found” posting. I’ll admit, I was starting to think of names for him.
I think I captured the moment very well, when at 8 pm I realized we might now have four cats.
Four cats, traveling would be more difficult-we just got the hang of it with outr two boys. But if they needed a home, they had a home.
Eventually the owners claimed them later that night, the cats did know each other but apparently it is a lopsided relationship. I won’t get into that part here.
Anyway, all that to say my planned first day of editing was interrupted by two kitties that needed us. The funny thing is I realized halfway through the day, I wrote this.
I wrote that this happened to one of my characters in the sequel to my Witchy Book. A character finds two cats (a gray one and a black one) on a winter morning. In the story the cats are plot devices, along with just being cute and funny.
I stopped writing the sequel in November 2016, but I wrote the part about the cats. I abandoned it for various reasons, one being that the first book has not been edited for publication, so there is a possibility of the sequel becoming obsolete.
I’ve had hesitations with my Rock & Heartbreak book, about jumping back into that world. Wondering if I belong there. I find it weird that my own plot devices from another story literally stopped me from working on it.
Has anyone had anything like that happen to them? Or am I just reading too much into an already unusual day?