As some of you know, I grew up in a full house. Five girls, mom, grandma (two different ones at different times), dad, a slew of friends (welcome any time), plus a dog (girl) and cat (girl - oops! - kittens) made for a lot of fun, craziness and - *ahem* - DRAMA at our house. We were also known for constantly running late, which my mom always tried to make up for by driving like a bat out of *somewhere hot* pretty much all the time.
Not the actual wagon - but you get the idea...
Then, we realized they weren't just waving at us. They were gesturing - excitedly - toward the back of our bus-length swagger wagon and out-right LAUGHING at us! We looked toward the back of our car - and saw OUR CAT clinging (for dear life) to a tiny ridge on the outside of the side window. For over a mile, she'd managed to hang on, despite mom's Dale Earnhardt Jr. imitation. Mom then demonstrated her less frequently used skill of pulling over gently and we carefully rescued our poor, traumatized cat from her perch. Needless to say, we did not make it to school on time but we definitely had a good excuse!
This is one of my daughter's favorite stories - and it always makes me laugh to remember how we were so excited that those firefighters were waving back at us. We thought we were so cool - and they were just trying to save a life!
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