I have a confession to make. The anniversary of Michael’s passing this year, proved to be quite exhausting for me. I didn’t expect it to, some years are easier than others. This year not so much. Did avoid the public humiliation part of it where I break down in the middle of a grocery store, or some other public place. It’s been five years since he’s left. He still larger than life in my heart.

So this morning, I overslept in a major way. When I went out to the main enclosure to feed and opened the door, I didn’t check to see where Bentley was located. He will at times just scoot out the door and takeoff. But he has outside privileges, he is the only one. he will generally spend about an hour outside and then come and get me and walk with me back to the enclosure.

So I opened the door, a streak, darted between my legs, taking off into the yard, Still groggy from sleep. It took a few minutes for my brain to register that. Wait a minute that’s not Bentley. That’s PITA. And no, she was not named after the bread! Lol ever since she’s been a kitten, she has been a handful.

Both her and Twist have been playing the “War Between the Wires” for years. For whatever reason, they do not get along. That is an understatement.Twist was by the barn, waiting for me to come and feed her. When PITA jumped her! The battle was on. On icy grounds with slippers on is not ideal when it comes to moving. Thankfully, my slippers have heavy treads on them and I was able to catch up to her and break the fight up. They both split apart Twist was limping, PITA was headed to the barn.

Thirty minutes later, I finally captured PITA and carried her back to the enclosure. I thank God that I caught her fairly easily compared to the last time she escaped. She’s only been out of the enclosure two times now. The first time she ran up a tree. That was fun trying to get her down off of there. So this time she upped the ante deciding to go after her number one inemesis and get into a fight.

In that moment when she was running full-tilt at Twist and they met in mid-air in fight-she did not lose one of her lives, but I sure felt like I did. I am still shaking, but I am so grateful that I caught her as quickly as I did. Oh, the joy of Rescue! LOL!

Now all that’s left is once Twist returns hopefully in a decompressed state to see if she is injured. I certainly hope not, Twist is full feral. I have never been able to get my hands on her since she first arrived.

Merry Christmas Everyone! God just delivered my Christmas present. I am so grateful.