Reba Reborn

Reba in the petunias

I was teaching a lesson on physics and forces. And used my cat as the example. He did what I explained and died. He fell off the roof of the garage after chasing one of the squirrels into the opening near the top.

I found him a day or so later where he had hit his little head on the pavers below. If I had not been going to the garage I would not have found him. I just had the urge to cut a small patch of grass so I went to get the lawn mower just for that. Was Reba calling me?

Just the other day,  I was standing in almost the exact spot where the black bag lay in the street and I looked down and saw a black and white kitten marked just as Reba had been, only longer hair and cuter. I squealed with delight and picked her up.

Where did she come from? She just appeared in the street and under a man’s truck I was talking to. Never mind that, my other cat had died  a few months ago that and I had a neighbor across the street pick him up and put him in a bag and lay him at the curb as the city people told me to do. They came along and picked him up ASAP.

Two days later I found that the same neighbor who put Reba in the bag owned the little reborn Reba too. They said I could have her. I was delighted because I thought someone had stolen her while I was away. But now all is well I keep her in the garage until she gets used to things the yard and the big front porch, while watching all the birds feeding and me throwing rocks and stones like a game of  boules with just as great  precision as before.

People are reborn so why not pets? How did this little kitten appear to me in the street no less, walking up to me after hearing the sound of my voice when I did not even know it was alive? I think it was Reba come back.

Heloise