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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: General Interest
- Published: 08/21/2015
A CAT NAMED BESS
Born 1942, F, from Clearfield, utah, United StatesA Cat Named Bess
While raising my grandchildren Shaylee, and Taylor, I would take them to school and pick them up every day. On the way home my little Shaylee seemed quite troubled. She says, “Gramma”, My friend has to move, and her cat needs a home, or she will have to go to the pound, and they will probably kill her. Please Gramma, could we have her? I said, “Well OK, but you kids will have to help me feed her and make sure she has plenty of water. They both agreed to help with the care of the cat. The next day her little friend arrived with the cat. It was a black and white cat, and Shaylee decided to call her Bess. And dear old Bess was with child. However, at the time, this was unknown to all of us. As the weeks and months followed, Bess seemed very content in her new surroundings, and for the most part was a pretty good cat.
One evening, Shaylee came from my bedroom, so excited. She says, “Gramma”, your not going to believe this, but Bess already has four kittens, and I think more are soon to be born. They are all under your bed. Her and Taylor watched the whole process, as it was happening. I was hurrying to find a box, and an old blanket to put them all in. She had two more very soon. Bess let Shaylee move her and her kittens into the box. Then she put the box in her room, where her and Taylor kept an eye on them, as they picked each one up, giving them a name. She came out of her room, telling me, “Well”, Gramma, what are we going to do with all these kittens? I said, “We will try to find good homes for them, when they get older. Bess was a good mother, but still liked to venture outside now and then.
I had to go to the store for groceries, and when I got back, my son's had poor old Bess in the sink, Max was squirting the soap off from her, and Rob was kind of wringing her out. The way the cat looked at me, struck me so funny, I just had to bend over, I was laughing so hard. Shaylee excitedly told me, how some one had thrown oil all over Bess, so they had to get her clean. All this was happening, as Bess's kids were runing, jumping and playing everywhere, and all I could do was laugh.
Then soon the kittens were old enough to find homes for them. Poor old Bess ventured outside, and while Rob was backing up the car, he ran over Bess with one of the tires. God, I went just sick. We gently put her in the car and all of us immediately took her to the vet. The vet said, she would need surgery, to the tune of $400.00 dollars. I said, how in the hell am I going to pay for this? Shaylee and Taylor were crying, and saying please Gramma, please. So not wanting them to hurt anymore, I agreed to pay the vet bill. What else could a gramma do? I was retired at this time, and monies were hard to come by. Bess came through the surgery just fine, and was well within a few weeks. The kids were happy. But, after she was well, she took off and we didn't see her for weeks. I can't blame her, after all she'd been through.
Taylor came home from playing one day. Opened up the fridge, and drug his finger across a freshly cream cheese frosted cake, telling me how good the frosting was, then said, “Gramma”, I seen Bess today at the corner, and she is very happily married now, and has a family of her own.
A CAT NAMED BESS(sherel)
A Cat Named Bess
While raising my grandchildren Shaylee, and Taylor, I would take them to school and pick them up every day. On the way home my little Shaylee seemed quite troubled. She says, “Gramma”, My friend has to move, and her cat needs a home, or she will have to go to the pound, and they will probably kill her. Please Gramma, could we have her? I said, “Well OK, but you kids will have to help me feed her and make sure she has plenty of water. They both agreed to help with the care of the cat. The next day her little friend arrived with the cat. It was a black and white cat, and Shaylee decided to call her Bess. And dear old Bess was with child. However, at the time, this was unknown to all of us. As the weeks and months followed, Bess seemed very content in her new surroundings, and for the most part was a pretty good cat.
One evening, Shaylee came from my bedroom, so excited. She says, “Gramma”, your not going to believe this, but Bess already has four kittens, and I think more are soon to be born. They are all under your bed. Her and Taylor watched the whole process, as it was happening. I was hurrying to find a box, and an old blanket to put them all in. She had two more very soon. Bess let Shaylee move her and her kittens into the box. Then she put the box in her room, where her and Taylor kept an eye on them, as they picked each one up, giving them a name. She came out of her room, telling me, “Well”, Gramma, what are we going to do with all these kittens? I said, “We will try to find good homes for them, when they get older. Bess was a good mother, but still liked to venture outside now and then.
I had to go to the store for groceries, and when I got back, my son's had poor old Bess in the sink, Max was squirting the soap off from her, and Rob was kind of wringing her out. The way the cat looked at me, struck me so funny, I just had to bend over, I was laughing so hard. Shaylee excitedly told me, how some one had thrown oil all over Bess, so they had to get her clean. All this was happening, as Bess's kids were runing, jumping and playing everywhere, and all I could do was laugh.
Then soon the kittens were old enough to find homes for them. Poor old Bess ventured outside, and while Rob was backing up the car, he ran over Bess with one of the tires. God, I went just sick. We gently put her in the car and all of us immediately took her to the vet. The vet said, she would need surgery, to the tune of $400.00 dollars. I said, how in the hell am I going to pay for this? Shaylee and Taylor were crying, and saying please Gramma, please. So not wanting them to hurt anymore, I agreed to pay the vet bill. What else could a gramma do? I was retired at this time, and monies were hard to come by. Bess came through the surgery just fine, and was well within a few weeks. The kids were happy. But, after she was well, she took off and we didn't see her for weeks. I can't blame her, after all she'd been through.
Taylor came home from playing one day. Opened up the fridge, and drug his finger across a freshly cream cheese frosted cake, telling me how good the frosting was, then said, “Gramma”, I seen Bess today at the corner, and she is very happily married now, and has a family of her own.
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