The Day the Cat Got Out

Seventeen years ago, our orange tabby cat, Larry, nudged his way out of our screened porch in New Orleans.  He had never gotten out before, but that’s because Vien and I always remembered to latch the screen door when we knew Larry was out there.  Saturday, April 23, 2005, was humid and warm, and I was eight months and a few weeks pregnant with our first child.

My heart sunk when I glanced out to the porch from the living room and saw the screen door not just unlatched, but a few inches ajar.  I searched our small home frantically, but I knew what had happened.  Larry had gotten out.  I told Vien my fears, and we immediately headed outside to look under our raised house.  Sure enough, there was our kitty, right in the middle of the space beneath the white stucco house.  I was too pregnant to crawl under there, but I think I remember Vien trying to scoot towards Larry.  Of course, because he is a cat, Larry scurried away, further from home, when he saw Vien approaching him.

We trudged up and down our mercifully quiet and short Uptown street, calling his name.  After over an hour of an exhausting cycle of finding him only to lose him again, I needed to sit my pregnant self down for a snack and water.  I was all shaken up, I had been sobbing, so worried that our kitty of six years would be lost.  I sat and had something to eat and drink, praying, while Vien continued to search.

He came back shortly, carrying Larry, who had made his way about four houses down and was lounging in a sunny driveway–just like a cat.  We are still so thankful that Vien found Larry that morning.

I went to bed that night feeling particularly worn out from all the searching and crying of the morning, and a leisurely walk waddle around Audubon Park in the afternoon.  I made one last trip to the bathroom and settled in under the cool sheets close to midnight.  Then my water broke.  My due date was May 5, so this obviously came as a surprise.

Down to Tulane Medical Center we went, in the middle of the night.  Our baby was coming early, but not soon.  We have joked that he was being a “womb hermit” after my water broke.  From midnight, it took him/me sixteen hours of waiting until he finally emerged into the world beyond Mommy.

We have been talking a lot about those baby days, as that “baby” has become a teenager.  He’s about to finish his senior year of high school, and he will live away from home this fall, at the University of Florida. His days have been full of AP classes and running with his cross country and track teams, until he faced a months-long ordeal with mono.  He reads his Bible every evening. Every now and then, we will have great conversations about what he’s reading, or his hopes for the future, or current events (global and personal), that show me the way he sees the world. When did he make that leap from cute to handsome?   How are his feet that much bigger than mine?  Is he really about to finish high school? What a fantastic blur it’s been, watching him grow.  We are blown away by his personality, intellect, and faith.

I am blessed beyond measure to think back to those first moments of holding him as a newborn, and how far we’ve come.  Luke has always loved to look ahead, but I can also see him trying to soak up all the good parts of high school and living at home, before everything changes.

Happy Birthday, our dear boy!



  1. A beautiful tribute to your amazing son! Happy Birthday to him! It is so fun learning about this brilliant boy and how is growing up and sure to do some pretty wonderful things someday!

    1. Thank you! It has been a great day so far, and V’s schedule allowed him to join us for chapel and lunch at school–a wonderful treat to be all together.

  2. Happy Birthday to your son! This is a lovely post in honor of him.

    Blessings ~ Wendy

    1. Thank you, Wendy! We got to do a lot of things as a family to celebrate, even though it was a regular school day! We are so blessed to be his parents.

  3. Reblogged this on Running the Race and commented:

    I’m posting this again, as each year I love to remember welcoming our first child into the world!

  4. Loved this story! As you said, the time has brought such wonderment of joy, just what we hear in Ephesians about “immeasurably more”!

    1. Thank you so much for stopping by to read this! I clearly don’t stop by my own blog too often, since I’m just responding to this comment!

  5. Valerie · · Reply

    Oh, I love this so much! Happy Birthday, Luke!! We can’t wait to see his life continue to unfold. Well done, Mom & Dad- with both your babies. ❤️

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