Tuesday, December 15, 2015

coco cafe

So we had been thinking about getting a kitten.  And then our friends Anthony and Stephanie had kitties they were getting rid of.  So we took one.  Actually, we came home with two to keep because I couldn't say no!  And one of their favorite kitties jumped in our van.  So we actually came home with three.  But I brought one back and one (that they didn't want back!) to a nearby farm.

We kept the sweetest kitty for ourselves.  The kids couldn't decide if it should be Cocoa or Cafe (it was brown) so Coco Cafe is what it was named!  What a sweet little kitten!  Our children were smitten!

It slept in the garage during the night and was cuddled inside during the day.  One morning, Jordan was getting in his truck to go to work and he could hear the cat under the hood.  But could NOT get it out.  He fussed and fussed and finally took off down the road.  By this point, the kids were awake and watching from the windows.  But Jordan flew back to the driveway down the road in reverse and tried again.  He finally got the cat out and flung it.... It landed and quickly ran right back to the truck and under it again.  Jordan was so frustrated and took off without trying anymore.  He was about a half hour late by this point.  I told the kids that Coco was probably not going to make it.  But they just shrugged and said 'oh well'.  Ok then!  Jordan drove to Saugatuck that day and is was only in the teens.  He flew down the highway to make up for lost time ;)  He complained to the guys at work about it.  Then later he thought to check to see if the cat was dead in the truck somewhere.  And he found it holding on for dear life in the spare tire... alive!  He brought it into the truck.  I wrote the kids' teachers.  Jordan complained some more about the cat but later I found these pictures:

Jordan even shared his lunch meat with Coco.

The kids were happy to have Coco back that night.

Then tragedy struck.  The cat had spent it's nine lives on that truck ride.  Emmy and I were leaving a couple days later and Coco was in the front yard laying down and playing with a leaf on its paw.  As it was batting playfully at the leaf, we waved goodbye.  We come home hours later and there's Coco... still in that spot, still clutching the leaf!  Dead!  We don't know how or why it happened!

The kids got home and I had been thinking about how well they had taken it when I had warned them that Coco might die on the way to dad's work.  I wasn't worried that they would be too upset.  We had had Coco for one whole week.  Boy was I wrong.  I gently broke the news to them and they all sobbed and sobbed.  They cried about all of the pets we have killed.  They were angry that we can't keep pets alive.  When I asked why they weren't this upset the other morning, Natalie exclaimed, 'We still had hope!'  True!

We buried Coco next to Gary... and the couple of birds we had tried to nurse to health.  And we also mourned over Bambi the guinea pig that we accidentally starved to death.

RIP Coco Cafe.

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