Today’s Run:  Rest Day (and hopefully the last rest day for a while!)

We have two cats.  Well, they really are not our cats, they belong to our children.

My husband and I have a daughter and a son.  Our daughter lives in a different state than we do.  In 2011 she decided to move.  To Alaska.

She and I decided to drive the Alaskan Highway to reach her destination of Anchorage and then I would fly back home to Mississippi.

We began our journey in Ft. Collins, Colorado, in an 1983 Ford Ranger.  Color: Primer.  You could watch the road through the floor boards of this truck.  Max speed of said truck:  60 mph.

We drove through Colorado, Wyoming, Montana, Alberta, British Columbia, Yukon Territory and Alaska.  We made it all the way in that truck with a seriously cracked bell housing that a mechanic in Yukon Territory kindly fashioned a “sleeve” to hold the housing tight so the starter would engage.  Before the sleeve, we were push starting the truck and popping the clutch.  It was an adventure!

Back to the cats.

She needed a home for her cat.  Kali.  MFH (My Favorite Husband) drove from Ft. Collins, Colorado to our home in Mississippi with Kali, while my daughter and I were driving the Alaskan Highway.  We had obtained kitty number one.

Our son made the move to Mississippi a year later.  He, too, had a cat.  Castro.  (Castro was actually one of Kali’s kittens.)  He needed a new home for his cat.  Being the softies that we are, and seeing as that we live in the country, we said, “Sure.” and we obtained kitty number 2.

We are okay with cats.  That is what we keep telling ourselves when at 2:30 am they decide that they want outdoors, or want fed, or petted, or anything except to sleep.

They are good mousers.  Kali especially likes to bring us presents of various sizes of rodents.  We dispose of these said gifts when she is not looking.  Do not want to hurt her kitty feelings!

Castro’s specialty is birds.  He likes to bring us birds.  Fortunately, he is not as adept at catching birds as Kali is at catching mice.  I always feel bad for the birds.  I am afraid I am rather cold-hearted about the mice.  I do not want them getting into my house!

That is the story of how we obtained two cats.  The dog, Paxton, I chose, much to MFH’s chagrin.  And I chose the Chickens.  And the honey bees….