Have You Ever Told a Cat What to Do?

Today is August 27.

In the Fall of 1970, my husband had just returned from 12 months in Vietnam.

Do you have a photo that has a story behind it?

David, Jr. and Dave set off to go fishing from our campsite in 1970 after telling a cat to wait.

We had two weeks to get back to Washington, DC, where he was returning to his job after three years.

We packed up our Atlanta apartment, said goodby to my parents in Macon, Georgia, and his parents in Hogansville, Georgia.

They had seen their grandson every other weekend for a year.

We set out on a two-week camping trip to re-knit together our family.

At one campsite, a friendly cat that belonged to the owners decided to adopt us during our stay.

When my husband decided to take our toddler son fishing, the cat wanted to go.

Our son told him, “Wait right here. I will bring you a fish.”

The cat was perched on a tree stump next to our tent.

He jumped down as soon as my husband and son rounded the bend on the way to the fishing hole.

An hour or so later, the cat reappeared and jumped back up on the tree stump.

He waited a few minutes.

My husband and son reappeared.

My son gave the cat one of his fish.

“See, I told you I’d bring you a fish.”

He was almost two-and-a-half, and he spoke Cat.

Today, he fosters cats.

Happy birthday, David.


Carol Covin, Granny-Guru

Author, “Who Gets to Name Grandma? The Wisdom of Mothers and Grandmothers

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