The Momo Works in Mysterious Ways

While talking to Momo on Saturday evening, she mentioned that she and Mike had seen an adorable kitten at PetSmart. I've been on the fence about getting another pet since I had to put my cat down last autumn. I told Momo that I've been considering a cat again, but I'm still undecided.

"Maybe one will just come to you," she said.

THE NEXT DAY I was working over at Mom's house. We're deep cleaning, and when I took the garbage out, a little black cat flew by me, at lightning speed. I called for it, and it gingerly came walking back, crying. Soaking wet from the rain, I could count her ribs from 10 feet away.

Hmph. I looked up and down the street, and under the cars and in the trees for any sign of a giggling Momo, but didn't see a thing. Mom and I set out a bowl of milk, and left the kitty on her own. She's skinny, but she might be someone's pet. She might go home.

I left Mom's house around 5, the cat still meowing in the driveway, and called Momo. "I don't want that cat," I insisted. "I'd have to pay for the vet, she'd have to be spayed. I don't want the expense. I might want a dog."

I called Mom this morning, and she reported the kitty was gone. Whew. Good.

Momo sent me an e-mail: "That's good, right? You didn't want her, right?" Right!

I left work tonight around 4:00. The temperature has dropped, it's snowing and as cold as it's been here, this year. I called my Mom one more time.

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I named her Minx.

And I love her already.