Nothing means more to me than the vows I made to my wife. She is the most important human being in my life, and I pride myself on keeping the promises I have made to her for the past thirty-six years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This week I stumbled. I have to come clean. I broke a vow to Peggy that I made almost exactly nine years ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I couldn’t help myself. She was so cute; a true damsel in distress. There was really nothing else I could do but stop to help. And that was it…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nine years ago I went for a walk and came home with two kittens. Actually, I only came home with one. The other was brought to our house a day later because he had been returned by the kid who took him home. I had a feeling it might happen, so I had told the owner to bring him to me if they brought him back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
After that incident Peggy made me promise that I would not bring home any more animals.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This week I broke that promise. I had ankle surgery six months ago, and three mornings a week I go to rehab trying to regain the use of and strength in my leg. This morning on my drive to the facility I saw something in the road and thought an animal had been run over. As I drove by I saw that it was still alive and basically frozen in the road with fear. I turned around and went back, fearing that I would arrive too late. When I got back to the spot she was still alive, so I picked her up and took her home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Peggy wasn’t expecting me back so soon, so she immediately assumed something was wrong with me. I told her, “I don’t want you to be mad at me, but I really need your help.” The kitten had climbed up behind the glove compartment in my car and I couldn’t reach her — I needed Peggy’s much skinnier arms. I told her to put on her gloves and come to the car.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The kitten was so young she still had her bright blue eyes. She was still scared but she let Peggy reach her and bring her inside. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She has now been at our house for a week. Her eyes have changed to their real color now that she is weaned. And she might be the cutest thing I have ever seen. After a couple of days of adjusting our two adult cats are playing with her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am still guilty about breaking my promise to Peggy, but I think she is going to forgive me. In our thirty-two years of marriage this is now the eleventh cat I have brought home (along with three dogs). Our animals live forever, so we will have plenty of time to get used to this one. Since I found her in the road in Louisiana we named her LaRue (but I spelled it LeRoux because all of our animals have names that are food-related — it’s weird, but deal with it). <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Meanwhile, Peggy seems to be warming up to the idea…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Nothing means more to me than the vows I made to my wife. She is the most important human being in my life, and I pride myself on keeping the promises I have made to her for the past thirty-six years. This week I stumbled. I have to come clean. I broke a vow to … Continue reading Broken Vows<\/span>