Rainey days and Monday.

It was a Monday.

It was a Monday like almost every Monday in Hawaii. Deep blue skies, puffy white translucent clouds, and off at a distance a light rain shower with the ever-present glorious multicolored rainbow.

Yes, we were living in Hawaii on the main island of Oahu. Our home was a townhouse on the edge of Pearl Country Club just up from the eleventh Tee. From our back lanai you could look down in the ivy ground cover and see easily a dozen brand new lost golf balls. Looking further out you can see the grassy expanse of the golf course dotted by tilted palm trees with fronds flagging in the wind. Beyond that a full panorama of Pearl Harbor including the Arizona Memorial, Ford Island, very tall shipyard cranes, and dozens of gray navy boats both big and small. A magnificent view. A view but now sadly occluded by several recently erected and very tall hotels and apartments. However, you can still see the lost golf balls in the ivy.

But back to this Monday thing. It was a Monday when a neighbor in our townhouse complex came carrying a kitty. A kitty colored with most Siamese like markings and color. But obviously not a full Siamese. Our neighbor, knowing we had a three-year old daughter assumed we needed this cat. It had been wandering about her front door for several days and brought it to us thinking our daughter needed a kitty. I tried to wave her off but she kept insisting our three-year old needed her very own cat. Once again it was a Monday. So I relented and took the cat not knowing what the future would bring in owning a kitty cat. When our daughter came home from pre-school she was surprised and elated. Jumping and giggling. Then she asked what the kitty’s name is? Don’t know but since we got her on a Monday let’s name her…Monday. How about that? So she was good with that. A kitty named Monday.

Then we quickly had to go buy cat food, litter box, kitty litter, and a few kitty toys. It was a little girl and her first kitty. Both seemed to get along with each other.

A few days later while daughter was at her preschool I had decided to take the cat to the vet to have it ”fixed.” Is it spay or neutered? Not sure which.

I carried the kitty into the Vet’s office and handed the cat over to the vet assistant and she took it back to the vet’s “fixing” room. So I sat down and was about to grab a magazine and the vet himself quickly came out to me and handed the cat back. He told me under no ambiguous terms, “This cat is going to deliver tomorrow.” Take her home and get ready. You should have teeny baby kitties by tomorrow evenings. He was absolutely right. The cat delivered the following evening. Big time. Certainly a learning experience not only for our daughter but all of us. I wondered why the cat was so fat. Now we know for certain. Whew!

Published by OkieMan

I come from a family who migrated from the parched red dirt Plaines of southern rural Oklahoma. Migrating to blue collar working class community of East Los Angeles. There is where I was born. I am Mr. Writermelon. I can only write what my grammar and spell checker allows. I am neither profound nor profane. Boy howdy! Send comment to: Mr.writermelon@gmail.com

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