Grateful Saturday

Kitties! I came this close to a very bad situation yesterday morning!

Mom had gone to work out in the morning and stopped at the grocery store to buy a half a gallon of milk and three others items..half and half, etc. She came home, gathered the three plastic grocery bags from the car, stepped up and unlocked the kitchen door. I was there to greet her of course.

She laid the three little bags on the dryer or tried to so she could lean down and greet me, when a horrible crash happened. The half a gallon of milk fell through the plastic bag and hit the floor. Kitties, that half a gallon of milk fell right next to me. It may have brushed my furs it hit that close. Mom's life flashed in front of her eyes. She would have been completely destroyed if that had hit me. Thankfully it did not and she does not like to think of what would-have-been if it had. The jug burst open and there was milk running everywhere. Me, I stayed right there and investigated the streams of milk running rapidly everywhere on our wooden floor.

I didn't startle, I only moved a foot or so as mom frantically tried to gather anything to stem the flood and get the rapidly emptying jug off the floor and into the sink. Even towels from the bathroom.

Mom stopped to apologize to and to pet me as she threw towels into the cold white mess. I was calm. It was a horrible few moments for her but my trust in her and her care of me is so intact I knew she wasn't doing anything to cause me hurt. She told me that sometimes there are things that happen that are not her plan or doing although she tries to protect me always. I know she does, and she's my hero.