|My new living room furniture.|
|Slim listens to Luke Skywalker telling a tale of adventure.|
I had done several other things that morning and was very tired. B has a lot more energy and was able to keep going, so she decided to follow me home (30 miles) and help me get ready for the movers to deliver the new furniture. Her help was indeed a God-send.
They moved the den furniture out to be given to the needy. They moved the living room furniture to the den and then moved the new furniture in the house. While I was directing, B was vacuuming under each abandoned space in preparation for the placement of the next furniture. No, that has nothing to do with the adventure, it is just to inform you what a kind soul B is.
The movers left. B left. Slim and I went around and tried out the new furniture like Goldilocks trying to find the spot that was just right.
Early the next morning B calls. Very unusual because she is not an early riser like I am. "Are you missing a kitten?"
Calling roll at the cat's breakfast table I realized Luke Skywalker was indeed absent. It seems he was stuck in the engine of B's car and crying his lungs out. B and her husband were planning to drive to their car dealership to have Luke extricated from the engine. It was amazing enough that he had already survived the 30 mile trip to their home from mine, now how would he survive another long drive? Then if they got him out, what would happen to him.
I told them to wait and I would come right over. Mama David was not catch-able but I managed to catch one of Luke's siblings Han Solo and then for some reason Olive, the mother cat who abandoned her own litter, jumped into the cage as if she knew we were on a rescue mission.
By the time we arrived at B's, Luke had managed to escape the engine and had run into their garage. They quickly closed the garage door and awaited my arrival. I got the cage out that held the other two cats in hopes they would begin calling to Luke. My mission was to go inside the garage sit down and try to entice Luke with some food. He had to be hungry.
The kitten seemed to know my voice as I called, "Luke, Luke, Lukie sweetie", and dropped a trail of cat food. He followed the trail. Once captured, he was place with his family and immediately began to nurse on Olive even though he was already weaned. Comfort food. Han Solo began to lick him. They are all home again and I have a new best friend named Luke. You would think that I had pulled a thorn from his paw.
Wish I could translate the adventure version Luke is spinning for Slim.