What I want to celebrate, and share with you today, is the one year anniversary of Little Miss Mayhem—alternately known as Stormin’ Norma, Stormy or just Little Miss—coming into my life. I have my friend, Mitzi Reinbold, to thank for that. LMM was rescued in New York state, pulled off a highway in a storm and given temporary shelter, but allergies made it imperative she find a forever home elsewhere.
Did I want a kitten?
No, not really. We’d just lost our beloved JJ to kidney failure. I was facing putting my mare down. I was still mourning the passing of my dear Ashley, a Pembroke Welsh Corgi who was our constant companion, at home, at competitions, on rides to the grocery store. We outlive those closest to our hearts and souls, it’s the way of things. We can avoid that heartbreak but closing my door, finding good reasons against having companion animals, is not something I wish to do.
So I said “yes” and she was on her way, delivered by angels and handed over with fanfare and much encouragement and many cautionary statements as to her shyness and reticence and reserve.
They dropped off the wrong kitten, near as I can make out.
She continues to be my morning anchor, latching onto the trailing belt on my robe. She is *always* aware of when I move … particularly in the direction of the kitchen and Friskies canned food (do we get catnip-infused mousies in return for a product placement?). She lives for food and trust me, she needs to be on a diet.
I’ll let YOU explain that to her.
She’s a year and change now, slowing down to just 2-3 hours of out-of-control merriment in the mornings, catnapping the rest of the time. She likes to rough-house and I have the scars to show for it.
She’s my joy, my reason to get up in the morning, my reason to think positive thoughts when darkness looms. So thank you, Mitzi and Heather and Morgan, for delivering the best gift I’ve ever received.