On Saturday, while checking up on the young man who was doing some yard work outside of our wall, MJ heard what she thought was the sound of a chirping bird. After further investigation, she discovered that the chirping was actually coming out of the mouth of a very small kitten, and I mean very small.
Within seconds, the chirping kitten was lovingly brought inside the wall to the safety and comfort of two women and a new home. I guess kitty litter and cat food are an indication that MJ and Amber mean business about the adoption on Kopa Street.
I have no idea how a cat thinks, but if I were this one, I would not know what hit me. One minute your home is in tall grass on the side of a road, and the next minute you are being bathed and cuddled in the arms of two Canadian women. One night, you are sleeping outside in the cool air of a Zambian Fall, the next night, you now find yourself cuddled in the warmth of a blanket in a wash basin that is ten times your size. One day you are finding a way to survive, the next day, two Canadian couples are doing everything they can to make sure you are safe, sound and satisfied. What a life!
So here’s the deal. The kitten now lives with its adopted parents, Amber and Evan, and on occasion, comes next door to visit Grandma Mann. Many of our Canadian friends tell us about the joys of grandchildren. The Mann’s don’t have any grandchildren yet, but we have grand cats, two in Canada and now one in Zambia. Try to top that!
By the way, the kitten has a Zambian name, Myemba (which is the short form for chameleon), chosen by its adopted parents. It wasn’t our choice, but hey, we are just the grandparents.
Okay, I know what some of you are thinking – “get a life”. Just to let you know, WE ARE HAVING THE TIME OF OUR LIFE!!!
Until next Monday…