This Is Just A Blog About Cats Now

This is just a blog about cats now. It used to be a blog about mental illness, finding relief, questionable parenting, pooping my closet, foster dogs, torturing Greg, and waving to each other in the dark. But then I got a pregnant foster cat. 

This is Quantum.

She is a very young kitty. Just a baby herself.

Our local shelter took her in, full of babies, along with her equally young sister, Leap.

Who is also full of babies.

And now here we are.

To truly understand how none of this is my fault, one must first understand the circumstances under which Jesus made me foster pregnant cats. In this essay, we will explore Gregory’s culpability via negligence and the redemptive movement of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Greg has worked from home for the entirety of the pandemic until Thursday when, fully vaccinated, he went into the office. So he wasn’t home when the shelter called to say they had pregnant kitties in need of foster care. And yes, technically I’ve emailed the shelter a few times to ask WHEN IS KITTEN SEASON and DO YOU NEED ANY FOSTERS? But how was I supposed to know they’d call when Gregory wasn’t here to consult? I mean, what’s a mommy to do, friends? MOMMIES HELP OTHER MOMMIES.

I said, “DO NOT WORRY, LOCAL SHELTER. I SHALL COME GET ONE RIGHT AWAY.” AND THIS IS HOW JESUS WORKS, friends. IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS. 

Did I tell Greg? No. No, I did not. FOR THERE WAS NOT TIME. It was an EMERGENCY. (The shelter said it was not an emergency and I could come anytime, but I know how to read between the lines. I AM VERY GOOD AT SUBTLE COMMUNICATION.) I just made a tiny alteration to our online calendar which pings Gregory when there’s an update.

I wrote BETH’S VERY SPECIAL APPOINTMENT.

And then he called me on the telephone which was a very dramatic thing to do and said, “Beth? What is this Very Special Appointment?”

And I said, “Wut? Nothing. No time! Can’t talk!”

And then he said, “Is it for Mother’s Day?”

And I said, “YES. YES, IT IS FOR MOTHER’S DAY” because it is definitely about a mommy and her babies, so TRUE.

Then he said, “I thought you wanted breakfast in bed and then to clean up the kitchen we wrecked while making it, like usual.”

But I said, “No. Nope. I’M MIXING IT UP THIS YEAR. I want this other thing.” And he asked more questions, but the phone line cut out and ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. 

Then Greg texted.

And I reminded him IT WAS TOO LATE HE ALREADY SAID I COULD. So he texted me back. A defeatist yep. And then the telephone magically worked again, and I told him THERE IS A PREGNANT KITTY WHO NEEDS US. And he responded with enthusiasm and joy.

“Of course there is,” he said.

That’s how we got Quantum.

Who is a complete and total love bug.

BUT WHILE I WAS AT THE SHELTER, I asked—as any kind, caring person would—who was coming for Leap.

“Who is coming for Leap?” I asked.

And the nice shelter lady cried giant tears and said, “NO ONE. No one is coming for Leap. SHE WILL BE HERE ALL ALONE, BEWILDERED AND AFRAID WITHOUT HER SISTER, and they would really, really do better together. Also, did you know cats help raise each other’s babies??” Except she said all that minus the tears, and she pronounced it, “We’re still looking for a foster for her.”

So I casually responded, “fine i guess i’ll take her, too.” Except I pronounced it, “OH MY GOD, WE CANNOT SEPARATE SISTERS. THEY ARE ALL EACH OTHER HAS IN THE WHOLE WORLD. AND NO ONE—NO ONE—SHOULD HAVE TO RAISE BABIES ALONE. WE ALL NEED A VILLAGE.” 

And that’s how we got Leap. 

Who just wants to snuggle. 

In conclusion, I regret nothing.

Now we’re all on Baby Kitty Watch.

And my office smells like cat litter.

Welcome to my new blog. It’s called Only Cats. 

Waving in the dark,

 

 

 

P.S. Do not worry about Greg. As soon as I came home with the baby mommy kitties, he spent an hour laying on my office floor petting and scratching rumbling purr-engines and telling me what they each like best. Accordingly, I now know both like under-chin scratches, Leap likes gentle belly rubs, and Quantum is partial to a rapid scritch behind the ears. He is planning further kitty-petting experiments. Results pending. More soon. 

P.P.S. This is a blog about Cats and Only Cats…but ALSO PLEASE BE SURE TO VOTE IN YOUR LOCAL ELECTIONS because OMG, folks, THE CHILDREN NEED US. And we ALL need compassionate, diverse representation with deep understanding of myriad perspectives. This is urgent. There’s a HUGE push in our community and others, backed by a nationwide campaign, to roll back anti-racism policies like the one our school board passed a year ago. This is real, it’s wrong, and it makes me desperately sad. And our students, especially our students of color, deserve SO MUCH MORE from us. We have to show up for them. That’s why, for Newberg School Board, I’m endorsing:

Tai Harden — click here to visit her website and see her platform

Ines Pena — click here to see her website and platform

and Ron Mock — click here for his website and platform

P.P.P.S. But this is a blog about Only Cats. Quantum and Leap, friends…

xoxo,

B.

 

 

ABOUT BETH WOOLSEY I'm a writer. And a mess. And mouthy, brave, and strong. I believe we all belong to each other. I believe in the long way 'round. And I believe, always, in grace in the grime and wonder in the wild of a life lived off course from what was, once, a perfectly good plan.
9 comments
  1. The lady at Tails from the Foster Kittens turned me on to your blog. I’m anticipating much from your chronicles of the two mamas. And I adore the naming scheme! I hope the litter-mates have such wonderful names!

  2. I’m here for this.

  3. We knew there was a Mama kitty behind our house, then we saw the babies. Hubby said “NO KITTENS.” We made sure they had some food because the babies were too young to separate from Mama. There was never a safe time to try to trap any of them, because we didn’t know where the babies were at all. And then Mama kind of disappeared for a while. Then Mama was back! And she was teaching her babies how to hunt! Then one of them ended up stranded in our neighbor’s garage (they who have no pets…so sad…and don’t even like animals but despite this are good people).

    We managed to grab this poor tiny skinny thing, maybe 8 weeks old. Hubby said “I WILL NOT EVEN ENTERTAIN THE IDEA OF ADDING HER TO OUR FAMILY.” Then after a vet visit and lots of work with her to get her to be brave and loving, hubby also decided we should socialize her with our other cats and then hubby decided we might as well name her “Karen” since it was 2020 …

    And that’s how we added Karen to our family.

    Many safe labor wishes to Quantum and Leap – there really is nothing like kitten love.

  4. Love the kitties. My husband is SOOOOO allergic, despite years of weekly shots, and we just can’t. But just the other day I saw someone posting about a kitty that needs a home, and I was all–but do you REALLY need to breathe?

    I was just looking at the Washington County school board candidates, and hoo boy, there are some scary ones. Banks is not looking good at all. I’m crossing my fingers for Beaverton and Forest Grove, where at least we have some good choices. I have never, despite being a teacher for over 20 years, really paid a lot of attention to school boards before. Once again, I would prefer to NOT live in interesting times, thank you very much.

  5. Um, it took me until the end of the post to get the joke with the kitty sister names. And I used to watch Quantum Leap re-runs religiously as a teenager.

    1. Oh my gosh…it took me until this comment to put it together…lol. I too enjoyed Quantum Leap.

  6. With names like Quantum and Leap you SURELY couldn’t separate them! It’d cause the universe fabric to tear! And we can’t have that.

    You are a beautiful soul, Friend.

    May your adventures in kittening be blessed.

  7. Babies having babies. Thank you for loving them.❤️

  8. Pretty knocked up kitties…

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