C.: Thanks for asking Dad if we could borrow a couple of horses from his family ranch, d.c.
d.: No problem, Cal.E. Just let me get off this ll with my publisher, and we can talk. It was a good idea to get out and get some fresh air while we both had a day off.
C.: That’s not the only reason I wanted to ride horses today. I wanted to ask you a question, and I don’t want Mom and to hear what I have to say.
d.: Oh? What is your question, Cal.E.?
C.: Now that my three human brothers are all grown and on their own, Mom wants another human baby, but one like me. Mom says she loves her sons, but she always wanted a girl.
I guess I overdid being a “model cat...”
d.: I would not worry about that, Cal.E. Your Mom is past childbearing age. Besides, I do not think your dad would be on board with this idea.
C.: Does that really matter, d.c.? When it comes to having children; doesn’t the mom almost always decide when and how many children will be born into a family?
d.: That IS true in most cases. But, trust me, it will not happen with your mom and dad.
C.: I am not so sure about that, d.c.
d.: Why is that, Cal.E.?
C.: Well, Mom and Dad had one dozen human kittens living with them over the course of my life. They also took care of horses, cows, pigs, goats, gorillas, chinchillas, snakes, and that awful dog, Buddy Bones. HE is the orneriest critter this side of the Rio Grande. All the other dogs were okay with me, but not him. AND they decided to keep him!
d.: I don’t remember any gorillas or chinchillas, and your dad HATES snakes. I don’t think he would agree to take care of one of those. And Buddy Bones is just getting old. He has a right to be in a bad mood every now and then. Your parents were what is called Foster Parents…
C.: Yes, that is their last name….
d.: It is, but that is not what I mean by that. Foster parents take care of kids and animals until the biological parents are ready to assume responsibility for them…
C.: Oh, biological parents. Now, you are talking about that biology hokum…
d.: No, Cal.E., that IS the way humans (and animals) usually become parents.
C.: I think you are confused, d.c.
d.: I’M confused?!
C.: Yes. That is a bunch of hokum. That is NOT the way humans have babies!
d.: Okay, enlighten me, please.
C.: Well, first the phone rings. Then, Mom runs around the house in a hurried frenzy trying to find everything the new child will need. When she ascertains what she is missing, she sends Dad to some place called “Walmart.” Dad says THAT is “Hell on Earth,” but Mom says it is a necessary evil.
Then, when Dad gets back from the store, the doorbell rings. It is either a man or woman with a baby, or a pizza!
If it is a baby, Mom runs around the house again looking for more stuff while Dad holds the baby. Then, Mom takes the baby back and tells Dad he must go back to his “Hell on Earth…’
d.: I know that is what happened to YOUR mom and dad, Cal.E., but that is not the way a family is usually formed.
C.: Sure it is, d.c. I have seen it happen with human babies one dozen times!
d.: Your mom and dad have only three human children (now). What happened to the other nine children?
C.: They went to some place called “adoption.” Mom and Dad were just getting them ready to go there. I don’t know exactly where this place is, but it must be a WONDERFUL place.
d.: Why is that, Cal.E.?
C.: Because, d.c., the kids get all the love and affection they crave, as well as clothes on their backs and food in their bellies. THAT place must be “Heaven on Earth.”
d.: I’m sure your right Cal.E. It must be a wonderful place, for both the children AND their new parents!
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