Yesterday We Lost Uncle Anthony who was my moms older brother. He and I weren’t extremely close but my mom and him were very close which leads me to care deeply for him. When mom hurts I hurt. It’s just like that.

You’re probably wondering if I’m writing about uncle A passing away yet posting a pic of me and Kitty…

Let me tell you a little story to help you understand.

It was Christmas Day 2018 and we still lived in New Britain CT on Stanley St in a 3 story house. Joey and I lived on the second floor and we had all 5 kids living with us. So there was a lot of coming and going from our apartment.

In the coming and going “Someone” who we never discovered exactly, accidentally let Kitty escape.

Kitty had escaped before that but being that she’s a house cat and had never been outside- she’d usually run up to the third floor instead of down and outside. So normally we’d catch her on the upper porch and bring her back in.

But this Christmas Day we didn’t even discover she was missing until probably a few hours later. So when we did, I immediately ran to the top floor hoping to find her there. Unfortunately She was no where to be found.

Mind you we lived on a very busy street. So I searched our yard which was mostly a big driveway. Again No Kitty anywhere. At this point I was screaming her name. I was outside like a crazy lady shaking the party mix cat treats and everything but nothing I did made kitty appear.

By this time I’m a mess! I’m crying and yelling at everyone in the house because to me, they weren’t acting like they cared enough. We should have had a search party happening as far as I was concerned-my kitty was missing.

And of course I’m thinking the worse, like Kitty doesn’t know how to cross a street- I was imagining her smashed by a car on the side of the road somewhere. I could not stop crying.

I had to have gone outside like 10 times calling desperately for her. My Christmas felt ruined. I finally tired myself out and gave up. And anyone who knows me knows when I get sad I try to sleep to escape my feelings. So I tried to rest- honestly I just lay there.

On the night before which was Christmas Eve I had forgotten my wallet at my brothers house the way out in Plymouth CT .

I didn’t have my license at the time so I feared I’d have no way to get it immediately. But mom suggested Uncle A who lived in NB and was visiting my brothers on Christmas Day would bring it on his way home Christmas night. He also had some antique Christmas ornaments in his car he had been meaning to give me.

Mom knew I was devastated Over Kitty but told me my uncle would call when he got to my place. He did and I went outside met him at his car retrieved my wallet and my new set of ornaments. I told him Kitty was missing he said he hoped I’d find her. He was a cat person too so he understood my sadness at not being able to find Kitty. I thanked him we said Goodnight and he pulled off.

I turned around to go back in the front bottom entrance of the house we lived in. The door had locked behind me. So I was forced to walk around to use the back entrance.

Mind you I was looking around depressed but decided since I was out there to call Kitty’s name some more- even though I must admit I was already feeling defeated.

And after about ten minutes I burst into tears and went inside.

I got into my apartment and shut the door behind me. My Christmas felt ruined. Christmas in Solitary confinement seemed easier than this!!

Just as I went to climb in my bed to escape the pain, I heard the most beautiful sound I could imagine. Someone was scratching on my back door.

I ran to the door swung it opened and there before me stood the prettiest Christmas Miracle. Kitty had returned!!

I knew that if I never went back outside I would have lost Kitty for good. If my Uncle never volunteered to bring me my wallet I probably wouldn’t have ever seen Kitty again.

So you see I will always be grateful to Uncle A for his huge part in bringing 🐈‍⬛ Kitty home!!

RIP Uncle A

And Thank you I’ll always be grateful.