A dramatic day for me and a cat

There is always excitement at the Graf house! One of the boys found a cat the other day and brought it into the house, asking to keep it.  Of course Laina agreed to this because she knew the cat would probably just run away anyways as cats are always coming in and out of their yard.  Well, Justin and Sydney (one of their daughters) are allergic to cats and began to get really bad allergies.  They weren’t pleased with the cat.  

So yesterday Sydney and Maisie and I were doing dishes outside (the kitchen is still in the process of being remodeled) and I spotted the cat going after one of the chickens!  NOOOOOO!  At least it wasn’t the baby chicks, but still.  Once the cat gets a taste for chicken, it will only want more!  This freaked me out, so I took it upon myself to pick up the gross fat cat and throw it in the front yard.  (We will come back to the cat story in a moment)

So then I went upstairs later on to have a conversation with Phil.  It was sort of a tough conversation and I was feeling the depression coming on, but was holding it in pretty well.

Yeah, I was holding it in until I went downstairs to find Laina.  She found me and said, “Jen, I want to let you know that the cat got hit by a car.  It was found foaming at the mouth and it’s paws were bleeding.”

WHAT!?!?  Oh yeah, I totally almost killed it.  Thanks to the Dutch loving animals so much, it was rushed to the hospital in a pet ambulance and is recovering nicely there.  But seriously, that was some traumatic stuff right there.  I burst into tears and felt all this guilt for kicking the cat out.

So I cried and cried to Laina, barely even mentioning the cat.  Then I went and fell into a mini depression and slept my pain away for a whole fifteen minutes until I had to get up to watch Maisie while Justin went and played basketball with Phil.  I walked downstairs like a zombie and Laina said, “Oh good. You can’t take a nap and be by yourself when you are depressed.  You are an extravert!”  Then we sat outside and had tea and chatted forever.  

I love it here.


  1. Mom on August 26, 2008 at 7:34 pm

    Oh dear Jen. That is quite a traumatic story. Poor cat. Did it make you think of Ziggy, or Spike? And your poor chickens. You may love it in Holland, but you are having some serious animals issues. Maybe your blog should be called allmyanimish :-). I love you honey…Seriously, I’m so grateful for Phil and Laina…what a blessing. (and I’m glad the cat is okay too).

  2. Amy Ginther on August 26, 2008 at 9:12 pm

    Oh NO! Jen what is happening to you? Loving on all the animals…depressing talks…tears…WHAT!?!?! Girl, we need to talk. I am praying for you guys!

  3. Diane Davis on August 26, 2008 at 10:08 pm

    am i allowed to be amused by this story? maybe i find some sort of solice in knowing i’m not the only one prone to tears, to mini bouts of depression, and for the need to take a power nap. i’m also bonded to your chickens, so i’m glad you protected them. it sounds like you bounced back quickly… glad to hear of that for you. 🙂

  4. Rogier on August 26, 2008 at 11:36 pm

    Jen, I am starting to seriously love your blog. This is hilarious!

  5. Svest on August 27, 2008 at 3:03 pm

    Okay…If you see this story in a different light, it can actually be looked at as quite a blessing. As you have a huge heart for those chickens, Mr. kitty cat could have come back over and over again, taking his pick for his next meal/s.

    Well, since you threw him into the front yard and he got ran over by a car, now he is located at a hospital far away from the Graf’s and probably won’t venture over to your neck of the woods again. So, in reality, KILL A CAT, SAVE A CHICKEN. That should be your new motto.

  6. Svest on August 27, 2008 at 3:05 pm

    P.S. I am sorry that you had such a hard day yesterday. I love you Jen and am so glad that the Graf’s provide the nurturing you need! It is so comforting for me to know my lil sis is taken care of and happy.

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