More on Jail, Ug, BUT first the cat.

Ok I will talk about the cat, and jail...

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Ok, so I guess I probably left out some of  the "juicy" stuff out. I guess the stuff that others would like to hear, yet the stuff I would just as soon forget.

Ok so let's address the cat. The coolest cat EVER, he was really more like a dog. He came when he was called, played fetch, he was amazing, and so worth the stress, and annoyance of flying him to NYC. Hubby had a cat for several years, her name is Martha. She was HUGE. When I met her she topped the scale at about 18 lbs. SHE was the "queen" of the house. Hubby was worried that she would not adjust to another..well being(me), not to mention, another cat.

I have to admit, through the council of my sister, we actually consulted a...YES.."pet psychic." To my surprise Martha did not care for the last person that hubby had dated. She did like me better, but she would only "tolerate" Bear.

Anyway, Bear, very quickly was bonded to hubby. On, yet ANOTHER aside, Martha...who I have re-named "Big MAMA!" Or, "MAMA" for short..well she, and I have become best of buds. I understand, that she is the queen, and she let's me.

OK back to the DUI, and the night I lost Bear. OMG, I felt so horrible. So, now I had lost the cat, I am in jail, my yet not then hubby, that  had picked up my children, had to drop them back off, and get me in jail.

I thought I would loose him...Thank God, I have not. I reported to treatment..."intensive day treatment, " still not sure what that means. So I went to treatment form 8am-12pm, 5 days a week., for 4 weeks. After I would leave treatment, I would walk the farms, and knock doors of the houses that were far, and few between..dropping off  flyers with photos of Bear.

I felt so defeated, I felt soo responsible, after 3 weeks, and below zero whether, I thought, there was no hope. I just had so much guilt. It was my responsibility to protect another being's life, and I failed.

I went to a shelter that had a cat that looked a bit like Bear, it was not. I did however, while still at the hotel waiting for the house to close, did happen to bring home two kittens...brothers. That was an interesting phone call to make from WI to NYC. Kind of like this, "Hon?...yes...so it was not Bear, no I know...I will keep looking, uh well hon..um...well, I hope ya don't mind...while I was at the shelter well..what? well, um no I didn't adopt a cat...well actually...I adopted two.

Now hubby has to deal with a move, an alcoholic wife, lost cat, and kittens. I don't know, maybe my brain felt if I could not find Bear, I could at least help these two. Ya wanna hear the clincher? So the guy that found the kittens, was a bit of a drunk, he had named them...wait for it..."Miller, and Bud."  Oh how poetic. Well, I did change the names immediately.

So now I have the kittens at the hotel, we closed on the house. We were getting ready to move in...but WAIT there is more. So when married to my ex-husband, he and I had a blue n gold macaw, and a dog we had since a pup.  His wife was never fond of the bird..some ppl are bird ppl some are not. He did love the bird, but he worked a ton. As far as the dog, well she was pretty old at that point, and they had small kids. Old girl, was very food protective, and my bite a toddler near her food dish.

So we FINALLY, got possession of the house, and with in one day, went from not one cat (MAMA) to 3 cats, and a dog, AND a bird. The dog (Ginger) is STILL here...almost 18years, the bird (Oscar) is sooo still here he is going on 25, and happens to be sitting on the back of my computer chair as I write...he usually is. I will have to will him to someone as they can live up to 100 years.

We had been in the house a week, it was now March. Bear had been gone 6 weeks. I still knocked on doors, put flayers in mail boxes, and walked through strangers barns.  I felt so much guilt.

One day while unpacking boxes a few days after we got into the house. Well, of course, the same time the cable guy was going to arrive, I got a phone call. The woman on the other end said, " I think I found Bear!"

Hubby was home too. We ran to the car, and drove to her home...I knew EXACTLY where it was...I had bothered her MANY times during my daily search. On the way out I mentioned to hubby, "Oh crap, the cable guy." I knew it would be a few more days before cable. Funny  what goes through our head sometimes.

IT WAS BEAR! He was soo skinny, and sooo  sick. I felt so very responsible.  It broke my heart. We brought him home. I held him all night long in a towel. We took him to the vet the next morning. He got a bunch of "kitty ensure." He did get some frost bite on the end of his tail. He lost about an inch of his tail. He is still here, I am sure he still holds a grudge against me...justified. He sleeps next to hubby every night. The most CRAZY thing...the jackass STILL begs to go out on a nearly daily basis.

Wow, that was harder than I thought...that is enough for today.