My Not Normal Cat

Awhile back I stumbled across a cat who was not quite normal. Right away I noticed that she doesn't really use her front right paw. It looks fine and all, but she chooses not to use it. Also, her purr is a bit messed up. It kind of sounds like a lawnmower that doesn't run but tries to. And she is so skinny she looks like string covered in fur. But, best of all, she is polydactyl, which is a fancy way of saying that she has extra toes on her paws. How could I not love her immediately? Extra. Toes.

I let her live in my yard since Makenna transforms into a red-faced mess when cats are around. I fed the skinny, limping cat with extra toes, and I pet her and talked to her and named her Meeka. She is adorable.

I thought I was doing a great job of nursing her to health because her string body began to look more like a rope. Then it looked like a tree branch, and I patted myself on the back. Then it began to look like she had swallowed a balloon, and I realized she was full of kittens. Now she looks like her belly might explode, and she limps around just looking miserable. So I declared that the screened-in porch is hers, and she is queen. She has blankets and food and water, and she sits atop her pillow purring her messed up purr.

Things are about to get exciting.

Trouble in Florida

"I'm sorry the business part of the trip went so badly," I told Mike as we dashed in and out of traffic on our way to the airport. We had spent three stressful days in Florida attempting to complete some business, which ended up being a complete waste of time and effort.
"It's okay," he mumbled, still recovering. "At least we were treated to a theme park. It still makes me laugh that you chose Harry Potter."
"OH MY GOSH, it was one of the best days of my life!"
"You were like a twelve-year-old."
"Thanks for buying me a wand."
"Like I could resist after seeing how giddy you were."
"Do we have to fill the car with gas before turning it back in?"
"Yeah, but we are really pushing it time-wise. If we miss our flight, I might actually sit on the floor and cry."

"There is supposed to be a gas station at the next exit."

There wasn't. And the exit took us ten minutes out of our way before we were able to point our car toward the airport and drive as if we were competing for a NASCAR championship.

"Can you check my emails?" Mike asked handing me his phone. "I don't think I got the usual email reminding us of the departure time, so maybe we leave later than I thought."

I looked at the screen and then I rubbed my eyes and looked again. My mouth formed words, but no sound came out.

"What's wrong?" Mike asked. "Did we miss it? Are we too late?"
"What is the date?" I whispered.
"July 30th."
"In that case, we are two hours and seven days early." I tried not to laugh, but I couldn't help it.
"What?"
"It says our departure is for the same time we thought, but on August 6th."
"What?"
"We totally should have gotten a multiple day pass to Harry Potter."