The Day the Cat Got Out

Twelve 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 V 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, L.

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 V my fears, and we immediately headed outside to look under our raised house.  Sure enough, there was our kitty.  Square in the middle of the space beneath the white stucco house.  I was too pregnant to crawl under there, but I think I remember V trying to scoot towards Larry.  Of course, because he is a cat, Larry scurried away, further from home, when he saw V 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 V continued to search.

He came back shortly, carrying Larry!  He 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 V 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.  L’s due date was May 5, so this obviously came as a total surprise.

Down to Tulane Medical Center we went, in the middle of the night.  Our baby was coming early, but not soon.  To this day, we often have to convince L to leave the house on the weekends, and sometimes even to just go outside.  He loves to stay in and read and has gone so far as to call himself a hermit from time to time.  We joked at dinner tonight 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” is about to turn twelve.  He’s 2/3 of the way through middle school and earning his first high school credits. He has braces and just attended his first school social.  When did he make that leap from cute to handsome?   How are his feet bigger than mine?  How did we come to have such an amazing child?  For how many more years will he still call us Mommy and Daddy instead of Mom and Dad, ask to be tucked in, or ask for one more hug?  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.  L loves to look ahead and say things like, “Mommy, in six years I’ll be 18 and done with my first year of college!” (He skipped a grade so he will in fact start college at 17, gulp!) I’m glad he’s excited about the future, but like parents everywhere, my heart cries, “slow down, enjoy today, you don’t know how good you have it!”.

Both kids really enjoy hearing the story of “the day the cat got out”.  I’m so glad it ended not just well, but better than we could have hoped!  Happy Birthday tomorrow, our dear boy!

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7 comments

  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!

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