A couple of months before this Missouri trip, I had suggested to my mom that they get a kitten right before (or during) our trip so the grandkids could play with it. They are in need of a new cat anyway because their current cat is getting really old and everyone knows you can’t have a farm without a cat.
My mom agreed that getting a kitten would be a good idea. I reminded her again a couple weeks before we came and she said that she would check with her friend that had some kittens (well… her friend’s cat had the kittens…haha) and see if we could get one from her.
A day or so after we arrived, my mom asked her friend, but the kittens were all gone by then. Bummer. No kitten.
Well… a few days later (on Thursday), several of us were playing down by the creek. Jenna walked from the house, through the woods, to the creek and when she got to us, she asked me if mom had gotten a kitten after all. I said no. And she replied with “well, there’s a kitten right here in the woods. I can hear it.”
I was so surprised! I instantly felt like Heavenly Father had sent this kitten to us, just to give a good gift. 🙂
So I walked up the creek bank, followed the meowing, and found the kitten, walking around in the woods. It was all black, pretty small, and scared. It wouldn’t let me get very close to it.
Later that evening, I took a bowl of milk, a bowl of dog food, and some clams (couldn’t find any tuna) down to the area where the kitten had been. I tried to lure it out to the food, but it was still too scared to come close to me. So I just left the food there and then went back to the house. It was time for dinner.
After dinner, Jershon, Roxanne, and I went back down to see if the kitten had eaten any of the food. As far as we could tell, it hadn’t eaten any of it.
Somehow, I was able to coax the kitten out of her hiding place and she came and drank a little bit of the milk. And then she let me pet her just for a couple seconds. She was purring. 🙂
It was getting dark so we started walking back up the path back to the house… and this time the kitten followed us!
When we got up to the house, she ran and hid in the woodpile on the front porch.
The next morning, I thought she might be gone, but she wasn’t. She hid in the woodpile a lot that day, still afraid of us. But she slowly warmed up and even allowed my nephew to hold her a few times.
By the time we all left on Saturday morning, she was hanging around on the front porch, certain that she was sticking around for good on the Mount Hickory farm.
My mom let me name her since I’m the one that got her to come up to the house.
I named her Seren – short for Serendipity. 🙂
(See the next few posts for more gifts that God has given to me recently…)
