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Saturday, April 23, 2005

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When I was little (I can't remember exactly how old) I went on vacation with my paternal grandparents (The maternal set died before I was born) in Northern Minnesota. I packed my little suitcase and strapped myself into my grandmothers brown '81 Concorde, ready and waiting for the trip.

I vaguely remember stopping along the way at a small grocery store where we stocked up on flavored sodas and potato chips.

A while on down the highway, we reached Lake Jesse where they had a small "cabin" on the shore. (Technically, it wasn't a cabin, it was a one bedroom trailer but who's counting?) It was small and cramped and musty from being closed up during the winters but it was a blast. On the first day there, after a long morning and afternoon of fishing on the sandy shore, we went back to the "cabin" to find a pair of kittens playing in the small tree by the front door. They weren't any older than a few months and I knew instantly that I had to have them. I can't really remember if there were any tears involved but I'm almost certain that there was pouting. (Pouting always works.)

I named them Kid (the all black one) and Comet (the gray tiger striped one) and on the first night they chased each other all night long. Back and forth and back and forth they raced. From my bed in the front room to underneath my grandparents bed at the other end of the trailer. I vividly remember my grandfather shouting "GOD DAMN CATS!" more than once. Of course, he was the greatest grandpa ever and he would never have said no to me keeping the kitties.

Several years later Comet got hit by a car and was brain damaged. Honest to God, he would only walk in left hand circles. No matter where he went, he could only go counter-clockwise.


Give it up for the amazing Pete. The newest member of my crazy ass family.

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