Caleb’s plea

There is a stray cat who has been visiting us. John has allowed the two softies in the house (Caleb and his Mama) to feed it, but not to bring it indoors. It’s a sweet cat, and though I named her Claire, Josiah calls her “Hobo” (get it? She’s homeless and constantly begging?) and that name has stuck. Anyway, as you can guess-just feeding her and petting her are not enough for Caleb and I. We want to put a collar on her, take her to the vet, bring her inside, feed her dainties and have her sleep at the foot of our beds. However…

John is NOT a cat lover. John is not even an animal lover, to be straight about it. His practical nature overrides and squashes immediately any compassion that might spring up in his heart. His favorite reasoning is “I’m not paying good money to take care of something that HAS NO SOUL.” The fact that we even have our one cat, Zuzu, is a testament to how much he loves his wife and kids (and how 4 years of begging and tears will wear down the strongest of men…)

So the odds of Hobo actually moving in, sweet and needy as she is?

Slim to none.

Caleb asks me plaintively “Mom? You’ve lived with Dad the longest. How can I convince him to give me Hobo for my birthday?”

Now I know that even his WIFE, with supreme back-rubbing skills and pie-making skills, cannot change this mans mind, once it’s made up. I try to explain to my youngest child that this is a lost cause…but he is so earnest. He has spent an hour in the yard, watching the blackberries across the street where he last saw the cat go, worried that she is going to come back across the road and get hit by a car. I look out the kitchen window and see him faithfully sitting at the fence, ready to wave frantically at any neighbors cars if her brown head should happen to poke out of those prickly bushes. He is terrified she is going to die, and it will be his fault for not protecting her, and I have to sternly threaten his brothers to stop teasing him about big hawks and fast cars and rabid dogs just looking for a meal…

Caleb makes this list and presents it to his Dad at dinner. We don’t call Caleb “The Negotiator” for nothing!  He has carefully taken every reason John has ever given for a “No”, and presented the solution. He drew little hearts and cat faces all over the page and I tell you, I almost cried reading it.

Wouldn’t YOU cave in and give this sweet boy his precious kitten?!


About sparrowjourney

Christian homeschooling mom to three boys, married to my best friend, John, for over 20 years. I love gardening without gloves, learning history with my kids, cooking with lots of butter, serving others, great books, rich coffee, studying the Bible, camping outdoors, scrapbooking, vintage home decor, the smell of rain and cut grass, authentic people, poetry, laughing until your sides hurt, and babies. oh and black licorice is pretty awesome.
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3 Responses to Caleb’s plea

  1. kelli says:

    Oh My STARS…
    surely John will have a moment of compassion on his youngest son.. this is the most precious! I am as bad as Caleb, if he is anything like his Auntie when he sees the wind blow he will worry about her being cold, when he sees Zuzu eat he will worry she is hungry, etc etc etc compassion is a GREAT quality and he has amazing empathy 🙂 who can deny those qualities in a child? you can call local cat rescues in your town and they will spay her and give her the shots for free. We just had this done for Mosbie.. the took him overnight gave him all he needed and neutered him. it just takes a little e-mailing or phone calls and POOF all you need to do is provide food litter and love. surely one more cat is not a big jump in the cost of cat food? OOH I know has Caleb given his daddy a foot massage yet? I remember that worked very well for ice cream! 😉

  2. Brian says:

    Haha, that is awesome! No way John will be able to say no to that. 🙂

  3. diane says:

    I vote for Caleb and the cat. Where’s the dog house? Let Hobo move in it, love it outside.

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