Wednesday, September 30, 2009

The Full Moon Brings Out the Animals

A couple of weeks ago Ray and I were sitting on the steps of our front porch, enjoying the warm night’s air. Dan was off, as usual, doing his nightly duties outside. Ray’s deep, soothing voice was still hanging in the air, when I heard the sound. It was a crying sound, much like a baby fawn makes. I was thrilled and excited now as I eagerly listened; it had been awhile since I had seen a baby fawn, much less taken one in. Ray noticed my intent stares into the darkness and ceased talking, listening with me. “I think I hear something crying!” I said. Dan had picked up on the sounds himself, and was stalking the further edge of the driveway, peering out through the grass, growling.

We sat in silence for a bit, and heard nothing more. Ray began to talk again and I laid my head on his shoulder, enjoying the reverberating sound of his voice. Soon Ray’s talking brought those cries in closer, and this time, we watched a white dot start emerging from the darkest corner of the yard. It was coming in fast.

“There!” I cried, pointing at the white image bobbing and weaving across the yard. As Dan spiraled off the porch like a rabid dachshund, Ray started across the yard behind him then stopped short. The white blurry object had gained enough ground towards our location and was now sporting a white appendage, sticking out above its fast moving body. It sounded as if it was calling out, “Mama!”. But, “Mama” was not moving off the porch; not until Dan and Ray had identified what was calling her name!

It was a half-grown kitten. Dan had since developed a tolerance for cats, and even though Ray had picked the kitten up as a precautionary measure, I knew he wouldn’t have hurt her. When Ray brought the kitten to the porch, she was already purring contently. I still don’t know which one of us was smiling the biggest, Ray, Dan, the kitten or I, as we all sat close together on the steps.

The full moon peeked out from behind the clouds, as if to smile in satisfaction of seeing another homeless stray find solace from the terrors of the woods. The symbolism was not lost on us and we quickly named her Luna. The relief in knowing that we saved yet another little life from the unforgiving countryside, was coupled with the added relief of not seeing four more little white blobs running behind her.

The only spot that mars her beautiful white coat is the brown smudge marks on the top of her head. At first I thought the spots were dirt, but after scrubbing the poor kitten’s head almost bald, we found out the spot was going to stay. The next move for us is to get her spayed so Booboo will not become a father in his old age. For now, she is little enough to squeeze herself into the most impossible tiniest of spaces, and entertains us nightly with her antics.

Dan now gets to snack on cat food, when he thinks no one is watching. Booboo has now been granted in-house rights, seeing that Luna has been mostly inside. Ray and I are just amazed at how all three get along so well. That’s a good thing, considering at any moment, another little four-footed ball of fur may find its way to our humble abode. Living out in the country, you find that to be something you could almost win a bet on.

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