** Warning this may be a bit too graphic of a story for some.  But it’s mildly amusing **

There are events in people’s lives that make them realize their limits in life.  I have discovered mine this week.  So, what did Damion or Jack or Anna or I do?  NOTHING!  It was Kina.

Kina is our kitty that we adopted in 2005 and is about 8/9 years old now, okay maybe not quite a kitty anymore but I call her Kina Kitty anyways.  All her life with us she has been an indoor cat with the few times she stepped out the door and quickly got pushed (or thrown) back inside.  

The last couple of nights she has gone meowing crazy shortly after the kids have gone to bed.  Why?  We don’t know.  I had a working theory that she wanted to sun herself for a bit on the deck.  On Tuesday I thought I found another possible cause, bunnies, but after the last couple of nights I think that’s wrong too.  So, let’s talk about Tuesday.

That morning the kids outside to play while I cleaned up the pool so it could be filled up again.  Fast forward about 30 minutes and I see that Kina got out, thanks to Anna not closing the door on her run into the potty.  Kina is sunning herself on the deck so I leave her alone for bit.  I go back to her to put her inside but she is MIA and has left a bunny by the patio door!  Yes, freaked me out a bit…..okay a lot.  I went from rational ‘I can take care of all this’ to FREAKING OUT in about 30 seconds flat.  The fact Jack wanted to go inside through the patio door didn’t help.  So the kids got taken inside past the deck and through the garage.  Jack saw the bunny when we went into the kitchen for drinks and said, “Aww. Cute.  Babbit.”

I proceeded to take care of the kids while trying to figure out where I should put the “babbit” and how to find & catch Kina.  Now by this point the image I had of Kina was that of the killer cats in terror movies with blood all over her and huge fangs.  I wasn’t too keen on trying to catch that cat.  I did the best girly thing I could think of and sent an email to Damion with thoughts for helping me and then a text “If your response is ‘come and pick me up and I’ll take care of everything” I can be there.”  So My Hero called me back and said to come and get him!!!  

When we got home the babbit had moved!!!!  Trust me when I saw the babbit before it was not moving at all.  Damion found it….missing appendages!  This did not help the Killer Cat image already in my head.  So My Hero took Anna out to clean up the babbit and find Kina the Killer Kat.  YUP!  The 3 year old also came to my rescue.

Kina was found under the deck all to willing to be rescued.  She did not have a scratch on her and no blood on her.  Definitely did not look the part of the Killer Kat I had envisioned.  She looked like, well, Kina Kitty.  Today the kids and I are taking her to the vets to get all her shots current 

Now, back to the beginning about realizing your limits.  Give me a person with a bloody nose, child birth or a major injury with blood gushing from it to deal with and I’m your person.  No problem.  I can handle it.  But the thought of a Killer Kat and a dead babbit on my deck and I’m done.  Call in the reinforcements, the police, the National Guard, whoever you want, I’m not dealing with it.

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