07/05/2025
A few days before Easter one year, my mom called to tell me that a small kitten had wandered into her yard. I already had two cats, yet I felt as if I needed to give this little kitty a home.
Mom was going to try to catch the kitten and feed it until I could get home for Easter. Unfortunately, she was unable to catch the kitten and had not seen it since, and thus assumed it had found another home. I was quite disappointed and was unable to stop thinking about this little kitty. I shrugged it off and figured it was not meant to be.
On Easter weekend, my parents and I were going to meet at my grandmother's to have dinner. My parents live about 60 miles from my grandmother. They had a few errands to run, including a trip to the grocery store, a cellular provider, and Walmart.
When my parents arrived at my grandmother's house, I ran out to help them with the groceries. I heard this faint meow, and out from under their truck came this dusty little kitten, who promptly ran right up to me.
My mom said, "Oh my! That is the kitten that was in the yard the other day!" The kitten had ridden over 60 miles on the spare tire under the truck. My parents were shocked, as they were at some stores for almost an hour, yet the kitten never left her hiding place.
The kitten was all tail and legs with an adorable heart-shaped nose. Her tail was ringed like a lemur, which didn't feel right to name her. Instead, I named her Monkey.
When I was leaving to go back home, I opened my car door, and Monkey ran and jumped in. (Something you do not usually see with a cat!) She slept in my lap the whole two hours home, and has been part of my family ever since.
