Tiny meows pierced the night outside my bedroom window and my heart pounded in terror. Eyes wide and hoping I was wrong about where they were, I bolted through the house. The back screen door had blown open. The litter of kittens that were living in the mudroom were being strewn all across our back yard!
"MOM!!!! MOM, HELP!!!!" I screamed through the house as I scrambled breathlessly back to her bedroom. I was absolutely terrified for those kittens. It was so loud and the rain and wind were so crazy outside.
Mom listened as I gasped for air and relayed the story, and she disappeared back into the bedroom for her robe.
We both tore through the house, deciding on the way how many kittens there were total. We found 2 kittens on the cement floor. That meant there were 4 more outside.
She grabbed Dad's green army jacket out of the hall closet and the flashlight out of the kitchen drawer. She told me to go get a towel from the bathroom. And with the storm still raging and scaring me to death, Mom went out in search of the kittens.
She found the first three pretty fast, but the last one took some looking.
Finally they were all accounted for. Safe. Warm.
We were all on the floor in the mudroom.. mom, me, Daisy the mama cat, and the six little kittens. The storm calmed down as we were drying them off, and Mom stayed up with me until I felt like the kittens were dry and happy with the mama cat.
It was the first time I remember feeling like my mom took something important to me seriously. Something I couldn't do.
She saved the kittens.
And she was my hero.