We went out to research the weather during a recent science lesson, when we were quickly distracted by a stray cat.
This cat was not like most of the mangy, disease infested stray cats we usually see.
This one was cute, and it had personality.
It was meowing like crazy and begging for food.
science lesson: over.
My youngest: Let’s feed him, Mom.
My oldest: No! That’s gross!
Oh, sure. Why not? Let’s feed it.
Me: Let’s go in and find him some food.
Porch door: locked.
Side door: locked.
Bathroom window: locked.
Cell phone: inside.
Mom in skimpy nightgown and no bra: check.
Two boys in pajamas: check, check.
We have one neighbor. One.
If our neighbor isn’t home, we’re screwed.
If our neighbor is home and I have to be seen in this dress, I’m screwed.
Me: C’mon boys.
Oldest: Mom, you’re not walking over there like that.
Me: Sweetheart. I have no choice. Do you have any other ideas?
We head over to the neighbor’s house as I plan what I might say…
Me: Hi, Pat. We’re really sorry to bother you. Please forgive the way I’m dressed. I wasn’t planning on going out in this. The boys and I are locked out of the house and…
What’s that? No, I’m not a hooker at night. I just like to dress like one for bed.
Hmmm? Yeah, I know it’s nearly 11 am, but we homeschool. We don’t really get dressed.
Pat the neighbor: Oh, sure dear. Of course you can use the phone.
Pat: Your dress? Oh, please, Dear. Don’t worry about it!
Pat: Do your boys want some chocolate?
Pat: Oh, I should put on some coffee.
Pat: How about an orange?
Me: Thank you! I really appreciate this!
I pick up the phone.
I Can’t call hubs. He’s far away on a job and this will just tick him off.
I’ll call my sister! She’s close.
Wait. What’s her phone number?
Me: Boys, what’s Aunt Becky’s phone number?
Pat the neighbor: You don’t know your sister’s phone number, Dear?
My dad! I remember his cell number! I’ll call him.
I’m sure he doesn’t recognize this number. Damn caller ID!
Me: I’m sorry, Pat. This is the only phone numebr I know.Yeah. That is strange. I agree. All my numbers are programmed into my phone and my phone is inside and…oh never mind.
Try him again!
Oh, Thank God.
It’s me. I sort of have a 9-1-1.
My Dad eventually showed up and saved the day.
In the meantime, my boys got to listen to Pat the neighbor tell us about the time her family came over from Ireland in 1954, how her sister miraculously survived Polio at the age of 16, and how she met her husband at a dance that same year, fell in love, and lived happily ever after.
I guess it was a good day for history instead.
It’s nice to know that even when you’re dressed like a hooker, a good neighbor will be willing to help you anyway.
Neighbors: Thank God I have just one.
Mama Kat’s Prompt #3: Neighbors.
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